 | 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?...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 favour... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 pages
...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 now? your...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 tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 pages
...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 now? your...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 tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 314 pages
...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 now, your...own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my la> dy's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 pages
...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 now ? Your...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 348 pages
...abhorred in my imagination is it ! now, my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning ! quite chop-fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, Let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 500 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not liow oft. Where be your gibes now : your gambols ? your...wont to set the table on a roar : Not one now, to mo ck your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 pages
...the 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...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen i now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 pages
...BLACKSTONE. 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...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must... | |
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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? 
