 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.  The British Essayists - الصفحة 54المحررون: - 1808عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 542
...now, how abhorred in my 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...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 mv lady's... | |
 | John Timbs - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 354
...on his back a thousand times; ami now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...your gibes now ? your gambols .' your songs ? your flasheu of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning?... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - عدد الصفحات: 792
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 638
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 654
...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...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... | |
 | Henry Thomas (antiquarian.) - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 490
...Wycherly, d'Avenant, Congreve, and all J the fellows of infinite jest," resorted. " Where are your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set a table in aroar ?" Alas ! the age has passed away, and these worthies with it, and only the old tenement... | |
 | Samuel Foote - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 426
...will transmit bis name to posterity with distinguished reputation." " Alas, poor Yorick ! Where be your gambols — your songs — your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one, now ! Alas, poor Yorick !" NOTES. THE Goodere fortune, about the division... | |
 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 232
...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...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen? Act 5. Sc. I. H'jratio.... | |
 | 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...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...your 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...on hit 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 now 7 your gambols ? your songs 7 your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar... | |
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