Alas, Poor Yorick! I Knew Him, Horatio: A Fellow Of Infinite Jest, Of Most Excellent Fancy.

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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest,
of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times;
and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.
Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where
be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your
own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,
and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act v, Sc. 1

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