 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 pages
...is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, : that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where oe 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 aiock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pages
...like the roving meteors of the sky. Now, how changed the scene ! Ah Doctor, Doctor ! ' Where are now your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one left to mock your own grinning ! ' In the absence of Mr. Gower, the doctor's wit would enjoy a temporary... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 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 chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 548 pages
...Yorich's skull. I knew him, Horatio: afellowof infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your jibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of...merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar 1 not one, to mock your own griuning? quite chop- fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 pages
...skull'! My gorge rises at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 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 f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 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,... | |
 | Richard Gooch - 1836 - 290 pages
...careworn had he been less careless; his honour is " air — thin air;" " his gibes, his jests, his flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar," no longer enliven the plenteous banquet : — " Deserted in his utmost need By men his former bounty... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pages
...it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. Where ne 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,... | |
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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? 
