This is a wonderful speech

"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 vapours.
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: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so."