Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2 (spoken by Hamlet, to Rosencrantz). Typed with Caps Lock on.

I WILL TELL YOU WHY; SO SHALL MY ANTICIPATION PREVENT
YOUR DISCOVERY, AND YOUR SECRECY TO THE KING AND
QUEEN MOULT NO FEATHER. 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 VAPORS. 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 - NO, NOR WOMAN NEITHER, THOUGH BY
YOUR SMILING YOU SEEM TO SAY SO.