 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 páginas
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 páginas
...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, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 páginas
...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, to mock your own grinning * f quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 páginas
...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,... | |
 | 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 - 682 páginas
...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 ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 páginas
...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 your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | 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
...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 gambols, your songs,...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 páginas
...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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamttr, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to... | |
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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? 
