have of late - but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth forgone custom exercises and indeed it goes so heavily with disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory most excellent canopy air look you brave o'erhanging firmament majestical roof fretted golden fire why appears no other thing than foul pestilential congregation vapours. What piece work is man! how noble in reason! infinite faculty! form moving express admirable! action like an angel! apprehension god! beauty world! paragon animals! And yet me what quintessence dust? man delights me: no nor woman neither. Act II Scene II