 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 էջ
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 էջ
...must 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 smile which we aspire to, That sweet regard of princes and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 էջ
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, aod glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opf.n'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 էջ
...must 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 smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,2 More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 էջ
...must 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 smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 էջ
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opcn'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 էջ
...must 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 smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 էջ
...must 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 smile we would aspire to( That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 էջ
...must 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 smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,9 More pangs and 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. 
