Hamlet. Act 2, Scene 2. Hamlet
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1342 I haue of late, but wherefore
1343 I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custome of ex–
1344 ercise; and indeed, it goes so heauenly with my dispositi–
1345 on; that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a ster–
1346 rill Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,
1347 look you, this braue ore-hanging, this Maiesticall Roofe,
1348 fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing
1359 to mee, then a foule and pestilent congregation of va–
1350 pours. What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in
1351 Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing
1352 how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an An–
1353 gel? in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the
1354 world, the Parragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is
1355 this Quintessence of Dust? Man delights not me; no,
1356 nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme
1357 to say so.
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