 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 pages
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ' ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber2, and tell her, let her paint an... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 pages
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Theater - 1823 - 490 pages
...abhorred in my 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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 pages
...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...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 - 1824 - 370 pages
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - Fore-edge painting - 1824 - 428 pages
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...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 grin uing ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady' chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 pages
...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 now ? your gambols ? yonr songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now,... | |
 | 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... | |
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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... 
