...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 gambols ?...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 thick, to this...

...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not liow oft. Where be your gibes now : your gambols ? your...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 chamber, and tell her, let her...

...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 gambols ?...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen i now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must...

...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 gambols ?...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must...

...in my imagination it is SUV gorge rises in it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ; your gambols ?...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 you to my lady's chamber,...

...in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? 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 you to my Lady's chamber,...

...in my imagination it is { my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? 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 you to my Lady's chamber,...

...Yorick ! he was a fellow of infinite jest ! of most excellent fancy ! — where be your gibes now ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now quite chop-fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yorick. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship,...

...lips, that I have kissed l know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? vour gambols ? your songs? 3our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one uow, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...

...follow from his facility and plenipotence of wit in writing, that he could shine at those extempore " flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar." But, besides the natural inference that way, we have the statement of honest old Aubrey, that " he...