Campus Life at 100 of the Best Colleges, Summed Up in a Single Sentence
your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
I loved Ophelia—forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their quantity of love
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?