This goodly frame, 
the earth, 
seems to me a sterile promontory, 
this most excellent canopy,
the air, look you,
this brave o'erhanging firmament, 
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,
why, it 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? 
(William Shakespeare - Hamlet)
Clube de Leitura dos Poetas / Reading of Poets Society