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...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? EXERCISES. 1. I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots of every...

...but not a joke did he utter — he was quite down — broken down." — " Ay" — interrupted Dick, "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 yonr grinning? quite chop-fallen?— Had'st thou remembered Shakspere,...

...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...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering? Quite chap-fallen?" Mark the feverish eagerness...

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...borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing....

...on his back a thousand limes; 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch...

...on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is5! 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 grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch...

...on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is5! 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 grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch...

...rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now 1 your gambols ? your songs ? ' your flashes of merriment,...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...