 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 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 chapfaln ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 pages
...[ Takes the skull. 1st Clo. E'en that. songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set tne table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she mn*t come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Har. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 710 pages
...A. ft, S. 2. DEATH'S CHANGES. dust ? my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a Toar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | 1856 - 732 pages
...daintily dally with the outside, but seizes the real essence. <; Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" In Mercutio's description of Mab, the fancy connects real images drawn from objects of... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1859 - 518 pages
...now how abhorred my imagination 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 jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my ladyjs chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1859 - 396 pages
...Compare these lines with Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V., Sc. I. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" 85 ,,3£nnner.lt$," wretchedly, miserably, implies the idea of ,,f($tt>et" in a higher degree. ,,®er... | |
 | Edwin Roffe - 1859 - 138 pages
...Inscription; — short and simple though it be. We, ourselves, have a love for Clowns — of Wit and Humour ! "Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...merriment? that were wont to set the table on a roar? " Who has not heard of poor Grimaldi's unrivalled powers? Many are those who have been impelled to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 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...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar 't Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen 'i Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pages
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! d my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed ? Notf one now, to mock your own grinning? + quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 pages
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! d my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed nd so I thank you for your good counsel. — Come,...night, sweet ladies ; good night, good night. \Exil ? Xotf one now, to mock your own grinning? * quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
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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? 
