...now found to say of our past," sounds a lot like Hamlet melancholically taunting the skull of Yorick: "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning?" (5.1.175-77, emphasis added). By echoing Hamlet's "now," in which the deictic declaration of the contemporary...

...excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred my imagination is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen! Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour...

...infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now . . . Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own Act v Sc i The fatal duel The fencing match begins, but during it there is a scuffle and both Hamlet...

...ability to induce them in others: Yorick the jester. Thus, in Act Five, Hamlet addresses Yorick's skull: Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chopfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, paint an inch thick, to this favor she must...

...deeply disturbing contemplation of death: My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning quite chapfall'n? And here is Omar Khayyam's contemplation of a king's skull at Tus - near the modern-day...