 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 pages
...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 ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pages
...lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now 1 your gambols ? your songs ? ' your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the. table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 pages
...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 ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pages
...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 ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | John Ward - Newcastle-under-Lyme (England) - 1843 - 758 pages
...apostrophize the seventy in the language of Hamlet " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your " flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ?" The test of admission to the freedom of this convivial corporation was the drinking off a yard-length-glass... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 pages
...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 ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 pages
...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? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | Languages, Modern - 1907 - 510 pages
...those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be you gibes HOW? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own going? quite chopfallen?' Sterben ist Menschenlos ; doch war dieser Yorick so lebensfroh,... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 pages
...of a skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning f quite chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pages
...those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes DOW ? your gambols ? your songs? both he labour'd to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
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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? 
