I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth… This goodly frame the Earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave or’ hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire: why, it appears no other thing to me, then a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason? How infinite in faculty? In form and movement, how express and admirable? In action, how like an angel? In apprehension, how like a god? The beauty of the world … the paragon of Animals … and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? - Shakespeare from Hamlet Act 2, scene 2 ... shortly before the "to be or not to be" speech. It was set to music in the stage version of Hair.
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