 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now > your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite... | |
 | Civil rights - 1795 - 432 pages
...imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs,...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the .table on a roar! not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English essays - 1802 - 314 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | 1802 - 442 pages
...infinite jest, of most excellent fancy:" and, as I pass mournfully by his grave, I sighing say — " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, thar were wont to set the table on a ruar ?" He was of a kind and benevolent nature ; hospitable almost... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | English literature - 1803 - 376 pages
...imagination is it ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ! Not one now to mock your own grinning.? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? your songs?...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
| |
Horatio; 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 rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes... 
