 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 Seiten
...infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand I times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises...kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now 1 your gambols ? your songs ? ' your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the. table on a roar... | |
 | John Ward - 1843 - 758 Seiten
...all now laid in the dust, and we may solemnly apostrophize the seventy in the language of Hamlet " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ?" The test of admission to the freedom of this convivial corporation was the drinking off a yard-length-glass... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 Seiten
...infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his hack a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor l she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ho.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 Seiten
...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...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio , tell me one thing. Hor.... | |
 | John Walker Ord - 1845 - 434 Seiten
...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...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get we to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 Seiten
...times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those iips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your...your flashes of merriment ? that were wont to set a table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my... | |
 | 1907 - 510 Seiten
...jest, of most excellent fancy: he had borne me on his hack a thousand times; and now, how abhorred it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips...that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be you gibes HOW? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 Seiten
...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...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour * she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 Seiten
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may be so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs,...on a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning f quite chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 Seiten
...infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how er heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves...with those of Norway, Or did line the rebel with hid DOW ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?... | |
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Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, 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... 
