 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
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - English drama - 1840 - 346 pages
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may bo so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Sbakspeare ; *4 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 tomock yuur own grinning f quite chopfallen 1 " And again; " within the hollow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 pages
...imagination it is5! 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 grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | John Ward - Newcastle-under-Lyme (England) - 1843 - 758 pages
...all now laid in the dust, and we may solemnly apostrophize the seventy in the language of Hamlet " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ?" The test of admission to the freedom of this convivial corporation was the drinking off... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pages
...imagination 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 jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 pages
...imagination it is5! 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 grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pages
...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, 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 - 1844 - 364 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 - 1844 - 554 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,... | |
 | Horace Smith - Great Britain - 1844 - 336 pages
...laughingly predicted a succession of galas and costly gifts for the coming week. Alas ! ye wantons ! where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...your flashes of merriment that were -wont to set the circle in a roar ? quite chap-fallen ! Even your lamentations excite no sympathy, for your selfish... | |
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