 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 614 էջ
...muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart newopen'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeci of princes, and their ruin 1 , More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 676 էջ
...muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin,9 More pangs and fears than wars or... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 376 էջ
...the world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Voc. V. E e It Is that poor nffan that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have; And when he falls, he... | |
 | 1795 - 432 էջ
...shapes with Proteus, for advantages. SllAKESPEAlt. Third part K. Ifenry VI. Act iii. - - • — — How wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours ! There is betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 էջ
...that mufl for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on Princes'...There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That Aveet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than v,ar or women ha've; And, when he... | |
 | John Borthwick Gilchrist - 1796 - 360 էջ
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye, I feel my;heart new opened: O, how wretched4 Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afp ire to, ' That fweet alp с ¿I of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 էջ
...muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 էջ
...muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that finile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 էջ
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, arjd glory of this world, I hate ye 5 I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or... | |
 | George Alexander Cooke - 1802 - 304 էջ
...mint for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of the world, I hate ye ! 1 feel my heart new-op'd. O hmv wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes favours. There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That swrtt aspect of princes, and their ruin, J1'ire panl;s ami fears than... | |
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This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. 
