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?
Well, that's how I would punctuate it if I were Shakespeare's editor. This is how it's usually punctuated:
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?
Wrong, I tell you. All wrong.