...When Hamlet discovers Yorick's skull in the grave he says, 'Now get you to my lady's table and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come'. He realises that regardless of a person's position in life, everyone will end the same way. He is also...

...Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? . . . Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come"-Hamlet, contemplating the skull of the Court Jester. kan: sing. L canere; frequentative cantare,...

...passes on to Alexander, another classical hero: Hamlet. 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.. .Prithee Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio. What's that, my lord? Hamlet. Dost thou think Alexander...

...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. (vi 207) So it goes on, the mellow beauty of this resigned philosophy of death. All life is but this,...

...Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's table and teli her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horado, teli me one thing. HORATIO What's that, my lord? HAMLET Dost thou think Alexander...

...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. Hamlet— Hamlet Vi Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:...

...beauty, Byron is troubled after the manner of Hamlet's 'Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come' (Murray, 7 June, 24 Aug. 1819; LJ, iv, 313-14, 317, 349; Hamlet, v, i, 211). These descriptions, in...

...No one now, to mock your own jeering? Quite chop-fall 'n? 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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. 216 Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander...

...Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamher, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come, make her laugh at that Death's Head It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words and, by extension,- an image is worth...

...Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite cbapf alien? Now get you to my lady's chamher, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that! Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio What's that, my Lord? Hamlet Dostthou think Alexander...