How Hamlet describes anhedonia

Act 1, Scene 2

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses¹ of this world!

¹routines

Act 2, Scene 2

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 frame¹, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave² o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted³ with golden fire—why, it appeareth nothing to me but 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 express⁴ 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

¹framework, structure

²fine, splendid, impressive

³decorated ornately (like a carved ceiling)

⁴ well-designed, exact