« I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that 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. »