 | Mrs. Mathews (Anne Jackson), Charles Mathews - Comedians - 1839 - 530 pages
...Yorick ! . . . a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. . .Where be your gambols now ? you r songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" By how many thousands has this hackneyed quotation been uttered with reference to Mathews;... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - English drama - 1840 - 346 pages
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may bo so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Sbakspeare ; *4 where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs,...were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now tomock yuur own grinning f quite chopfallen 1 " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the... | |
 | Trip - 1842 - 466 pages
...Here lies the cause, Charles Mathews sleeps below. " Alas, poor Yorick ! where be your gambols now? your songs ? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar V — the quotation is hackneyed, but it is so appropriate that it cannot but suggest itself... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 pages
...how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 pages
...how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pages
...now how abhorred my imagination 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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | John Ward - Newcastle-under-Lyme (England) - 1843 - 758 pages
...all now laid in the dust, and we may solemnly apostrophize the seventy in the language of Hamlet " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ?" The test of admission to the freedom of this convivial corporation was the drinking off a yard-length-glass... | |
 | Horace Smith - Great Britain - 1844 - 336 pages
...laughingly predicted a succession of galas and costly gifts for the coming week. Alas ! ye wantons ! where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...your flashes of merriment that were -wont to set the circle in a roar ? quite chap-fallen ! Even your lamentations excite no sympathy, for your selfish... | |
 | Fashion - 1844 - 232 pages
...England's laugliing sons and smiling daughters, what is it now ? " Where be your gibes now ? Your jests — your songs — your flashes of merriment, That were wont to set the audience in a roar ? Not one now — to mock your own cobwebs 1 This house is no longer what its patent... | |
 | John Walker Ord - Cleveland (England) - 1845 - 434 pages
...how abhorred in 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...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get we to my lady's chamber,... | |
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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? 
