 | Laurence Sterne - 1805 - 430 sider
...Yorick ! he was a fellow of infinite jest ! of most excellent fancy ? Where be your gibes now ?• — : Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ?— not one now — quite chop fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yoricls. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship,... | |
 | 1805 - 608 sider
...will transmit his name to posterity with distinguish* ed reputation. " Alas, poor Yorick ! -Where be your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now ! Alas» poor Yorick !" Memoirs of the Life of Mr. Voltaire». SOME fix the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 sider
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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 this favour she must come;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 sider
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols...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 this favour she must come ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 sider
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your sougs 40 43 Ho- 50 ,-our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set he my lord, the queen. Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him ; He is unquality'd with you o my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint 5 an inch thick, to this favour she must come;... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 sider
...those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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, to this favour... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 sider
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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, to this... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 342 sider
...back a thousand times: and now hot* abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft....your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 sider
...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....the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 sider
...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....the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
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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 I know... 
