“Alas, poor yorlik, I once knew him backwards.”
“Alas, poor YORICK!”
“I knew what it was like to be poor, and that once you had become rich, anything was better than being poor again.”
“I remember being told of a poor wretch I once knew, who had died of hunger. I was almost beside myself with rage! I believe if I could have resuscitated him I would have done so for the sole purpose of murdering him!”
“I believed, when I entered this convent, I was escaping from myself, but alas, poor me, I brought myself with me! ”
“There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk. I knew a brother drowned himself in wine once. It was a poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it.”