...; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestic, d roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no...this quintessence of dust ? Man delights not me." Bishop Warburton finely observes upon the above. " This is an admirable description of a rooted melancholy,...

...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...is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me, no nor woman neither ; though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. ~Ros. My lord, there is no such...

...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...is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me, no nor woman neither ; though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. Ros. My lord, there is no such...

...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...is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me, no nor woman neither ; though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. Ros. My lord, there is no such...

...promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this valjestical roof fretted with golden fire, why. it appears no...of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to rne,' what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, nor woman neither; though, hy your smiling,...

...express and admirahle ! in action, how like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a god! the heanty of the world! the paragon of animals; And yet, to...is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me, no, nor woman neither; though, hy your smiling, you seem to say so. Rot. My lord, there is no such...

...how infinite in faculties ! in form, how like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a god ! the beauty of the world ! the paragon of animals ! And yet, to...? man delights not me, nor woman neither ; though, lands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither. GuiL Prison, my lord ! Ham. Denmark's a prison....

...and admirable ! In action, how like an angel ! In apprehension, how like a god ! the boauty of tho world ! the paragon of animals • — And yet, to...— nor woman neither; though, by your smiling you soem to say so. If Hamlet takes no pains to appear deranged, Rosencrantz and his associate equally...

...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...what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me,—nor woman neither; though, by your smiling, vou seem to say so. Ros. My lord, there is no such...

...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,...the paragon of animals ! and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dual ? Man delights not me — nor woman neither." We now come to the consideration...