...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? Act ii Scii Hamlet's plot to trick the King Hamlet learns that a group of travelling players are to...

...moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in movement, how like a God! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?4 We are born that we might become, as a conscious individual, a new life form of God. Die before...

...delighted with human beings himself — even their foibles: What a piece of a work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving...is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. (Hamlet 2.2.304-10) Whatever Shakespeare's view may have been, Hamlet's description finds its place...

...to me 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,...is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me — nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. — William Shakespeare Hamlet (Act...

...fallen angel. Hamlet, as always, phrases matters best: "What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving,...and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust?" "How like an angel in apprehension": for Shakespeare, "apprehension" begins as a sensory perception,...

...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 n.ii.305-3 1 0) Moreover, these metaphorical expressions are interleaved...

...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? (Emphasis added.) Shakespeare, Hamlet 2.2 (1604) Nothing in biology makes sense, except in the light...