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

        F       C
How infinite in faculties,

[DYSON:]

   F        Bb                      F             C
In form and moving, how express and admirable,

[BOTH:]

               F                   C
In action, how like an angel,

[DYSON:]

   F    Bb                  F      C
In apprehension, how like a god.

[BOTH:]

           F      C              F      C
The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals.

[DYSON:]

                    Dm                    G7          C
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth.

                       C7               F          C
This goodly frame, the earth seems to me a sterile promontory.

[HARRIS:]

                    Am          D         G
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you,

     G7                C
This brave o'erhanging firmament,

[BOTH:]

                Em                F
This majestical roof fretted with golden fire,

                   C              Dm            G11
Why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul   and pestilent

                C          F      C                 F    C
Congregation of vapors.

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