 | Laurence Sterne - 1813 - 310 页
...throat, that my friend Eugenius can scarce hear me cry across the table ! vOL. III. THE CATASTROPHE. He's gone ! for ever gone * ! Poor Yorick ! he was...wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now quite chop-fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yorick. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship, your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 页
...lips, that I have kissed l know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? vour gambols ? your songs? 3our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one uow, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 页
...follow from his facility and plenipotence of wit in writing, that he could shine at those extempore " flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar." But, besides the natural inference that way, we have the statement of honest old Aubrey, that " he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 页
...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 one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 页
...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 one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 页
...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 one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 页
...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 one now, to mock your own jeering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my ^ lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1820 - 314 页
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Tour gambols ? Your songs? Yoor Sashes of merriment, .that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ! Quite chop-fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 页
...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 one now, to mock your own grinning ' ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber*, and tell her,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 页
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? yourflashes of merriment, that were wont to set 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 ner, let... | |
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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? 
