What a piece of work is tats'
How noble in reason, how innocent in faculty,
In form and moving, how lovely, yet clumsy,
In action, how like a klutz, in apprehension, how like a goddess,
the giddiest of the world, the paragon of ticklishness,
and yet to we, what is it not, this quintessence of laughs?
Tat's delights not me, no, not stppie either,
though by your drawing you seem to say so....