 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 - Página 3181803Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 páginas
...how abhorr'd 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 I your fongs .' your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now,... | |
 | 502 páginas
...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...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 eagerness... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes 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 rlafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 690 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes 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 flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes 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 flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 696 páginas
...Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? y quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | 1795 - 432 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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 - 1798 - 478 páginas
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes 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 flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ; my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that I have killed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your fongs ? Your flames of merriment, that •were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? yourfongs? your flafties of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to... | |
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