 | 1795 - 432 str.
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 str.
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 str.
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | 1803 - 376 str.
...fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times: and now how abhorred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | 1803 - 420 str.
...in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know nst how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 str.
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 str.
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 str.
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 str.
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 str.
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols...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 her paint an inch... | |
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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... 
