- I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me 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 pestilent congregation of vapors.
- What a piece of work is a man!
- How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty!
- In form and moving 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?
- Man delights not me.
On your QT4 Writing file, copy these sentences. Then, sentence by sentence, translate them into more contemporary understandable English.
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