 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. (s *' Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my ^ lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Albert Picket - American literature - 1820 - 314 pages
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Tour gambols ? Your songs? Yoor Sashes of merriment, .that were wont to set the table on...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ! Quite chop-fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 pages
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? yourflashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a. roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning f quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell ner, let her paint an inch thick, to... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1822 - 430 pages
...of wealth, the storehouse of the world !" — YOUNG. THE BOAR'S HEAD TAVERN; EASTCHEAP. (OriginaI.) WHERE be your gibes now '( your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment? — And the Boar's Head was once as full of gibes, and gambols, and songs, and flashes of merriment,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 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 5 she must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Theater - 1823 - 490 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that 1 have kiss'd 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 favouri she... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 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 ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - Fore-edge painting - 1824 - 428 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 must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1824 - 486 pages
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your Hashes 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, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
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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? 
