Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Grizzlor, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent villainy. He hath stabbed me in the back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that have hissed I know not how oft. —Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your schemes? Your bashes of Mer-man that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfallen?
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Grizzlor, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent villainy. He hath stabbed me in the back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that have
ReplyDeletehissed I know not how oft. —Where be your gibes now?
Your gambols? Your schemes? Your bashes of Mer-man that
were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to
mock your own grinning? Quite chapfallen?