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