What a piece of work is man: how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties: 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

Hamlet