 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grjnning ? quite chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's. chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in 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 art inch... | |
 | Robert Fergusson - 1773 - 344 pages
...the paper. ON THE DEATH OF DR. TOSHACK OF PERTH. • A GREAT HUMOURIST. Where be those gibes, those flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? — Hamlet, Act V. THE Doctor dead! let old St. Johnston mourn; Let laughter's sons to sorrow's vot'ries... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in 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 - 1788 - 522 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I 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... | |
 | 502 pages
...gentlemen from top to toe" ? How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...now, to mock your own jeering ? Quite chap-fallen ? " Mark the feverish eagerness with which they pursue a purposeless end — the eye that amid a festival... | |
 | 1795 - 432 pages
...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 gambols, your songs,...flashes 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,... | |
 | Monthly literary register - 1841 - 1092 pages
...of the native, to use his own term for Irish whisky; but he is gone — we shall no longer have "his flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar." I should like, if possible, to commence the sketch with some account of his birth, but I could never... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 pages
...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,...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,... | |
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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? 
