Danny Tran - What a Piece of Work Is Man Lyrics

What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason
How infinite in faculty. In form and moving
How express and admirable, in action like an angel
In apprehension 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, nor woman neither
Though by your smiling you say so

I have of late, though wherefore I know not
Lost all my mirth
This goodly frame the earth a sterile promontory
This great canopy of air

This overhanging firmament, majestical roof fretted with golden fire
Seems nothing more to me than a pestilent congregation of vapors

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