 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 Seiten
...how abhorred 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 flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thole 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 in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'dl know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs- ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to fet the tabk in a roar ? not one. now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 Seiten
...abhorred * b in my imagination c it is d ! 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 e on a roar ? f Not one now to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 Seiten
...how abhorred 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 flalhes ot merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 Seiten
...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 flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar? not one now to mock your... | |
 | Robert Fergusson - 1773 - 344 Seiten
...the paper. ON THE DEATH OF DR. TOSHACK OF PERTH. • A GREAT HUMOURIST. Where be those gibes, those flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? — Hamlet, Act V. THE Doctor dead! let old St. Johnston mourn; Let laughter's sons to sorrow's vot'ries... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge riics 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 flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 Seiten
...how abhorred 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? youi fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fei the table in a roar ? not one now, to... | |
 | 1778 - 342 Seiten
...afa' horred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rifes at it. 4 Here hung thofe lips that 1 have kiffed I know not * how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, * your fongs, your flafhes of n.erriment that were wont 4 to fet the table on a roar F Not one now to mock... | |
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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? 
