Danny's Studs wrote:
Alas, poor Samaras! I knew him, hilarious: 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 Georgios rims at
it. Here hang my lips that I have sworn I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your
gambles? Your misses? Your flashes of merriment,
that were want to set the fans near roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-risen?
Now get you to my Celtic's chamber, and tell all, let
them paint an inch thick, to this favour they must
come; make them laugh at that.
Bearing upon backs and rimming. Brilliant.