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Oh! there is a husk and shell, Yorick, which grows up with learning, which their unskilfulness knows not how to fling away!
—Sciences may be learned by rote, but Wisdom not.
Yorick thought my father inspired.—I will enter into obligations this moment, said my father, to lay out all my aunt Dinah's legacy, in charitable uses (of which, by the bye, my father had no high opinion) if the corporal has any one determinate idea annexed to any one word he has repeated.—Prythee, Trim, quoth my father, turning round to him,—What do'st thou mean, by "honouring thy father and mother?"
Allowing them, an' please your honour, three halfpence a day out of my pay, when they grew old.—And didst thou do that, Trim? said Yorick.—Hedid
