 | Albert Picket - 1820 - 314 ページ
...of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: be hath borne me on his back a thousand times and uow how abhorred in my imagination it is.! my gorge rises...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 ページ
...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...lady's chamber*, and tell her, let her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First folio, Let me see. Alas, &c. « — Yorick's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 ページ
...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...grinning ' ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber2, and tell her, let her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 ページ
...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...lips, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 ページ
...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 5 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 ページ
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that 1 have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favouri she must comer make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell ma one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 ページ
...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...your songs ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 ページ
...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. HOT. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 ページ
...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...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. Grave-digger. E'en that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 ページ
...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...not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? yonr songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now,... | |
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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... 
