 | English wit and humor - 1825 - 767 pages
...thousand times ; and now, how 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826
...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 42 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber 23 , and tell her, let her paint... | |
 | English drama - 1826
...of infinite jest, of most 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....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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826
...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...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... | |
 | 1827
...on his back a thousand times : and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gon"e 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 345 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...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 ner... | |
 | Moritz Retzsch - 1828
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Hera hung those Up$4 that f have kissed I knmv not how ojt. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...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 yon to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829
...now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at iu Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. • Where be your gibes...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's chamber, and tell her, lether paint an inch... | |
 | Laconics, John Timbs - Aphorisms and apothegms - 1829
...on his back a thousand times; ami 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 gibes now ? your gambols .' your songs ? your flasheu of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning?... | |
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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... 
