 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...  The Spectator - Sivu 84muokkaaja - 1810Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | sir Thomas Wyse - 1828
...two-guinea complexion you may have seen that morning, over which you may now sigh. — " Go to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this she must come at last." I hope you have long since arranged your cloak, and your portfolio under it,... | |
 | Sir Thomas Wyse - 1828
...two-guinea complexion you may have seen that morning, over which you - may now sigh. — " Go to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this she must come at last." I hope you have long since arranged your cloak, and your portfolio under it,... | |
 | Laconics, John Timbs - 1829
...roar? No; one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, und tell her, let her paint an inch thick; to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Snakspearr. CCCXI. All jealousy Must still be strangled in its birth; or time Will soon conspire to... | |
 | Laconics, John Timbs - 1829
...roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, untl tell her, let her paint an inch thick; to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Shakspeare. CCCXI. All jealousy Must still be strangled in its birth; or time Will soon conspire to... | |
 | Augustus Bozzi Granville - 1829
...about the mazzard" by every irreverent doctor. " Here 's fine revolution !" " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.r> — Pray, my dear Sir, I asked the Professor, still holding the skull in my hand, and pointing... | |
 | 1829
...those lips which he had kissed he knew not how oft ;" — his exclamation,—" Go, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion must she come !" — and when touching his last moments, he wrests the poisoned cup from... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830
...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 her paint an inch thick,...this favour" she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Hum, Dost tltou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831
...table on a roar 7 Not one now, to mock your own grinning 7 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come ; make her laugh at that. I'r'nlice, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832
...table in a roar 1 not one, to mock your own griuning? quite chop- fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Hamlet. Dec. Albinus (Emperor), killed, 198. Rhone (river). Erasmus Reinhold, 1553. Bp. (Thomas) Bentham,... | |
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