Shakespeare poem as rock lyric

Another eventful day draws to an end. Among the last routines before going to bed, I took my dog for a stroll.

I can't remember why, but during the walk, this shakespearan "poem" (actually from Hamlet) crossed my mind:


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

Transformed into Hippiedom

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 in 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!

P.S.

Here's a very thought-provoking article I once read concerning the shakespearean authorship question:

http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/unbound/flashbks/shakes/beth.htm

Joe Sobran has been an ardent champion of the Oxford as Shakespeare hypothesis:

http://www.sobran.com/oxfordlibrary.shtml