 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 314 páginas
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 páginas
...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, I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your songs ? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 314 páginas
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 páginas
...a thousand times ; and now, how and _. 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 gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 páginas
...forgo: what he wrote in the first. 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 gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 páginas
...; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 páginas
...times; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is { my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 páginas
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 páginas
...back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.( 5 *) Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flushes of merriment, that were wont to set ike table on a roar... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 páginas
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not... | |
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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 I know not how oft. 
