Yorick's Skull Quotes in Hamlet

Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, / Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once.

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think on't.

Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the mazard with a sexton's spade.

Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?