 Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me 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...  The Iowa State Medical Reporter - Page 541886Full view - About this book
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet 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 thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 pages
...know not how oft. Where be your gibes now > your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? 55 your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, »nd tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols I your fongs .' your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet 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 her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your rlafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 pages
...Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 696 pages
...Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? y quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | 1795 - 432 pages
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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 favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamttr, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 pages
...be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your fongs ? Your flames of merriment, that •were wont to fet the table on a 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... | |
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