"I have of late,
but wherefore I know not,
lost all my mirth.
And indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition
that this goodly frame the earth..seems to me a sterile promontory. It's a most excellent canopy, the air.
oLook you, this brave,
o'er 'hanging firmament.
This majestical roof
fretted with golden fire.
Why, it appeareth nothing to me...
but a foul and pestilent
congregation of vapors.
What a piece of work is a man,
how noble in reason,
how infinite in faculties,
how like an angel in apprehension.
How like a god!
The beauty of the world:
Paragon of animals:
Yet to me, what is
this quintessence of dust?
Man delights not me.
No, nor women neither.
Nor women neither."PimpWebpage.com
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