 | John Bull - 1825 - 782 стор.
...were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your own grinning t quite chapfallen ? 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. THK BKÏWER AND MOHO. A brewer in a courtry town Had got a... | |
 | S-l J-n - 1825 - 318 стор.
...wealth which had so little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit... | |
 | 1825 - 298 стор.
...little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my ladv's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit of... | |
 | Reuben Percy - 1826 - 380 стор.
...turn away his eyes, but cannot ; he stays against his will, and is chained against his inclination. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion she roust come at last." ZOPYRUS. The Persians, for the space of eighteen months, bad done... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 стор.
...get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour24 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 look'd o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt... | |
 | 1827 - 412 стор.
...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 paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much... | |
 | Augustus Bozzi Granville - 1828 - 806 стор.
...; chapless and knocked 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, — Pray, my dear Sir, I asked the Professor, still holding the skull in my hand, and... | |
 | 1828 - 70 стор.
...to set the table in a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get yon 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. HORATIO. What's that,... | |
 | sir Thomas Wyse - 1828 - 594 стор.
...nonpareil 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 - 300 стор.
...nonpareil 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,... | |
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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... 
