"Nor minde nor thoughts on fickle
Fancie grounded .... Hart said eies tears might soone have quencht that flame..."
"Alas, poor
Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of
infinite jest, of most excellent
fancie.... Where be your jibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" ~ Shakespeare