William Shakespeare Quote
I have of late—but whereforeI know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom ofexercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with mydisposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems tome a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament,this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why,it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilentcongregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how likea god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Mandelights not me—no, nor woman neither, though byyour smiling you seem to say so.
I have of late—but whereforeI know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom ofexercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with mydisposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems tome a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament,this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why,it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilentcongregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how likea god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Mandelights not me—no, nor woman neither, though byyour smiling you seem to say so.