 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - عدد الصفحات: 436
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'dI know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs I your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thole lips, that I have kifs'dI know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - عدد الصفحات: 956
...abhorred * k in my imagination c it is d ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'dI know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your fongs, your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table c on a roar ? f Not one now to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - عدد الصفحات: 630
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge riles at it. Here hur.g thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | 1778 - عدد الصفحات: 342
...how abhorred in my imagination is it! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that 1 have kified I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your fongs, your fkfhes of n.eiriment that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - عدد الصفحات: 522
...jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, 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 gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - عدد الصفحات: 666
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'dI know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - عدد الصفحات: 728
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'dI know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your... | |
 | 1795 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at, it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'dI know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - عدد الصفحات: 478
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that I have . kifs'dI know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock... | |
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my imagination it is ! my 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... 
