 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...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? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap fall'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...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? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808
...gorge rises at h. 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 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
...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 one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809
...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 one now, to mock your own grinning?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809
...Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gihes now ? your gamhols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tahle on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810
...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 one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810
...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 one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my la> dy's... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 379 стор.
...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 one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811
...rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not liow 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 mo ck your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's... | |
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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? 
