 Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me 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 how oft. Where be your gibes...  A Treatise on English Punctuation - Page 144by John Wilson - 1868Full view - About this book
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 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 ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 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, William Dodd - Fore-edge painting - 1824 - 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 chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips. that 1 have kisa'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 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 42 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. WheVe 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 fjrinning*2 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | 1827 - 412 pages
...imagination it is ! my gon"e 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at iu Here hung those lips, that I hare 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 mv lady's chamber,... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 792 pages
...open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it. SttaJupaart. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of mcrruaent, thai were wont to set the table in a roar? Id. By day and night he wrongs me ; every Lour... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 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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