@Background Pony #1166  

 
It was true art.

@ObliviaTheChangeling  

 
Correct. This is the grave-diggers scene, Act V, Scene 1:
 
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 I know  
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your  
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,  
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one  
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen.  
Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let  
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must  
come; make her laugh at that.

@Background Pony #1746  
Except act. That performance was cringe inducing.

To be or not to be, who do you want to be?

Alas, poor Yorick.

‘Tis whether it’s nobler in the mind to suffer!

@maverick159  
Nope.

@Background Pony #1746  
Mary sue

She can do anything.

Yay Shakespearian.