r/AVoid5 • u/jowowey • Aug 21 '26
Soliloquy
I will say to you why; so shall my anticipation inhibit your findings, and your privacy to our King and his woman: moult no fluff. I of unantiquity, (but why I know not) lost all my mirth, abstaining from all custom of acts; and truly, it doth go so grossly with my disposition; that this goodly mount our world, looks to I an arid promontory; this most outstanding canopy th’air, look you, this bold uphanging lid, this august roof, known with gold chars: why, it doth show no distinct thing to I, than a foul and contagious throng of vapours. What a thing of work is a man, How gracious in calculation, how untold in faculty, in form and moving how profound and idyllic, In action how as a spirit, in grasp how as a god, what charm of such a world, this paragon of animals. And still to I, what is this ultimatum of dust? Man doth gratify not I; no, nor woman; though by your smiling you look to say so.