 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pages
...times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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,... | |
 | John Ward - 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 - 1844 - 554 pages
...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...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 - 364 pages
...; 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...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 - 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... | |
 | John Walker Ord - 1845 - 434 pages
...; 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...mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get we to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor must she come; make... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 pages
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those iips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...your flashes of merriment ? that were wont to set a table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 pages
...; 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...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,... | |
 | Joseph Leech - 1847 - 282 pages
...but long extinct. "Alas, poor Yorick !" "Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs ? yoi,r flashes of merriment that were won't to set the table...now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen?" Yet like his jokes, which bit while they made men langh, Dicky Pierce's epitaph remains long after... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 pages
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may be so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " 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 f quite chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow... | |
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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? 
