 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 oldal
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes, now... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 oldal
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your jibes now? your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 574 oldal
...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 kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ?... | |
 | 1856 - 374 oldal
...him ; 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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 oldal
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 730 oldal
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 oldal
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 oldal
...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 I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 248 oldal
...fellow of infinite ieft, of moft excellent fancie, hee hath bore me on his backe a thoufand times,and now how abhorred in my imagination it is: my gorge rifes at it. Heere hung thofe lyppes that I haue kift I know not howe oft, where be your gibes now ? your gamboles,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 242 oldal
...fellow of infinite ieft, of moft excellent fancie, hee hath bore me on his backe a thoufand times,and now how abhorred in my imagination it is: my gorge rifes at it. Heere hung thofe lyppes that I haue kift I know not howe oft, where be your gibes now ? your gamboles,... | |
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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... 
