 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...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,... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 páginas
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Wnere be 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.( 5 *) Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flushes of merriment, that were wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. (s *' Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my ^ lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...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... | |
 | 1847 - 524 páginas
...sociable and hilarious, loved to unbend Apollo's bow, and to indulge in the gibes, and gambols, and flashes of merriment " that were wont to set the table in a roar." In these moods he would freely communicate 'any little adventure in which he had been concerned, even... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1822 - 430 páginas
...of wealth, the storehouse of the world !" — YOUNG. THE BOAR'S HEAD TAVERN; EASTCHEAP. (OriginaI.) WHERE be your gibes now '( your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment? — And the Boar's Head was once as full of gibes, and gambols, and songs, and flashes of merriment,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...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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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
