Alas, poor Amos! I knew him, gnu: 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 rims at
it. Here hung those lips to which I've list 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?

       --William Shaxspere, Ye Tragical History of Hamnet, Prince of Danegeld. (London and Dickensheet Junction, Minorprofits Press: 1588.) ll. 1,9457-20,391.