 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...  Select British Classics - Page 3181803Full view - About this book
 | John Boyle Earl of Orrery - Italy - 1773 - 328 pages
...turn away his eyes, but cannot. He ftays againft his will, and is chained againft his inclination. " Now get you " to my lady's chamber, and tell her, " let her paint an inch thick, to this fa" vour fhe muft come." I have omitted to tell you, that the walls of feveral of the... | |
 | John Boyle Earl of Orrery - Italy - 1773 - 326 pages
...turn away his eyes, but cannot. He ftays againft his will, and is chained againft his inclination. * f Now get you ** to my lady's chamber, and tell her, '* let her paint an inch thick, to this fa« l vour {he muft come." I have omitted to tell you, that the •walls of feveral... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 pages
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge riics at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 pages
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it Here hung thofe lips, that 1 have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? youi fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fei the table in a roar ? not one now, to... | |
 | Edmund Burke - History - 1774 - 606 pages
...turn away his eyes, but cannot. He flays again ft his will, and is chained againft his inclination. " Now get you to my lady's " chamber, and tell her, let her " paint an inch thick, to this fa" vour flic mutt come." A Letter from the Cauntefs of Pomfret, to the Countefs of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 90 pages
...not a curt as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up 1 Hen. IV. Part I. AQ. II. Lady Ail *. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion flic jnuft come at laft 1 Hamltt, Aft V. Lord M—~K£i ii—T-ir -t;—Did... | |
 | 1778 - 342 pages
...afa' horred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rifes at it. 4 Here hung thofe lips that 1 have kiffed I know not * how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, * your fongs, your flafhes of n.erriment that were wont 4 to fet the table on a roar F Not one now to mock... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 pages
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet 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 her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 pages
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now > your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? 55 your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, »nd tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
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