dlowan: You forgot the middle of that. The full thing is something like:
"I have of late, but wherefore I know not,
Lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercise,
and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition,
that this goodly frame the earth seems to me but a sterile promontory.
This most excellent canopy the air - look you! -
this brave o'er hanging firmament,
this majestic roof studded with golden flame -
Why, it appeareth to my but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors!
What a piece of work is a 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, what is this quintessence of dust to me?
No, I love man not - no, nor woman, neither,
though by your smiles you seem to say so!"
And...scene! Wait...what's this about a filter? Did you leave stuff out on purpose? Now I feel foolish for revealing myself as the monologue-loving freak of nature that I am...

must...hide...