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 Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - Page 337
by William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830
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