March 20th, 2005

breaking bad

Not me

The earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory,
this most excellent canopy, the air,
this brave o'erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,
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