Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
He hath bore me on his back a thousand times,
and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.
Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
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