 | Laurence Sterne - 1805 - 430 pages
...Yorick ! he was a fellow of infinite jest ! of most excellent fancy ? Where be your gibes now ?• — : Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ?— not one now — quite chop fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yoricls. This, with the spontaneous... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pages
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols?...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, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pages
...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 1 know not...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, and... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 342 pages
...hot* abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols,...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 pages
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 pages
...those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap fall'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 pages
...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 gambols.?...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 pages
...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 gambols?...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 470 pages
...Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gihes now ? your gamhols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tahle on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 314 pages
...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 gambols,...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, and tell... | |
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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? 
