 | 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...now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - English literature - 1805 - 430 pages
...Yorick I he was a fellow of infinite jest ! of most excellent fancy ? Where be your gibes now ?l— Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? — not one now —quite chop fallen ! . Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yoricls. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship,... | |
 | History - 1805 - 608 pages
...will transmit his name to posterity with distinguish* ed reputation. " Alas, poor Yorick ! -Where be your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now ! Alas» poor Yorick !" Memoirs of the Life of Mr. Voltaire». SOME fix the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge riset 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?...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must... | |
 | Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1806 - 852 pages
...jest, of most excellent fancy. . . . Where be your gibes now ! your gambols ? your songs ? your Hashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar >' The pieces chosen for the occasion were, • The Voice of Nature,' and ' The Children in the Wood,'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pages
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your sougs 40 43 Ho- 50 ,-our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set he table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you o my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint 5 an inch thick, to this favour she must... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 418 pages
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 416 pages
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be .your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap fall'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English essays - 1808 - 342 pages
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
