No, by the fame of Shakespeare, he's all wrong.
A certain convocation of talented amateurs
Are e'en at him.
Your amateur is your only emperor for talent;
There's not a genius in the universe
Who will essay as much.
S. of L.: Or, who will imitate nature so abominably.
Your head is level, Ham., and I—even I,
Laertes, suffered at the hands of one
Whose fiery hair, parted in the middle