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... The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J ... - Page 100 by William Shakespeare - 1844 Full view -
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