 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pages
...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...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 - 1824 - 486 pages
...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...not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? yonr songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1824 - 486 pages
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your Hashes of 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 tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips. that 1 have kisa'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | 1824 - 494 pages
...reliqua. OBITUARY NOTICE. " Alas, poor Yorick ! — a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy." " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." JOB COOK is no more ; and, what is still worse, Job Ceok's nephew... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...: he hath borne me on his back a thousanc times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is .' my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? you flashes of merriment,... | |
 | John Bull - English wit and humor - 1825 - 782 pages
...thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here bung liiusu lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now! your gambols ? your songs Î your flashes of merriment, that were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your... | |
 | S-l J-n - 1825 - 318 pages
...wealth which had so little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty... | |
 | James Boaden - Actors - 1825 - 646 pages
...party, and he was to the last degree flat and unprofitable. " Where be your gibes now, your jests, your songs ? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now!" I have heard poor Hewerdine firing away from his sawcy cock-boat, upon that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 pages
...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...on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning 42 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber 23 , and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
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