What a Piece of Work Is Man / How Dare They Try

What a piece of work is 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
 I have of late
 But wherefore I know not
 Lost all my mirth
 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 vapors
 What a piece of work is man
 How noble is reason
 How dare they try to end this beauty?
 How dare they try to end this beauty?
 Walking in space
 We find the purpose of peace
 The beauty of life
 You can no longer hide
 Our eyes are open
 Our eyes are open
 Our eyes are open
 Our eyes are open
 Wide
 Wide
 Wide