 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips. that 1 have kisa'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...abhorred in my imagination it is .' my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? you flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1824 - 486 pages
...fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; here 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?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 pages
...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 now ? your gambols ? yonr songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now,... | |
 | John Bull - English wit and humor - 1825 - 782 pages
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here bung liiusu lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now! your gambols ? your songs Î your flashes of merriment, that were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your... | |
 | James Boaden - Actors - 1825 - 646 pages
...party, and he was to the last degree flat and unprofitable. " Where be your gibes now, your jests, your songs ? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now!" I have heard poor Hewerdine firing away from his sawcy cock-boat, upon that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. WheVe be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own fjrinning*2 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an... | |
 | English drama - 1826 - 508 pages
...excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hang those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to ray lady's chamber,... | |
 | Literary gems - 1826 - 718 pages
...its parade and pageantry. Now, like Hamlet over the skull of Yorick, we may say of it, where be now your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? quite chop-fallen—and to this complexion all worldly grandeur must come. How many of our kindred... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 642 pages
...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 now ? your gambols ? your songs ? yonr flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own... | |
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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? 
