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, from the text of Johnson, Stevens ... - Seite 453 von William Shakespeare - 1851 Vollansicht -
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