 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 342 páginas
...me on his back a thousand times: and now hot* abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 páginas
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 páginas
...those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 páginas
...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?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 páginas
...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?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 314 páginas
...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 la> dy's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 314 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 páginas
...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 chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 páginas
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not liow oft. Where be your gibes now : your gambols ? your...wont to set the table on a roar : Not one now, to mo ck your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her... | |
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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... 
