 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Enfield - 1805 - 456 էջ
...pomp and glory of the world, 1 hate yel ' i I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched 1 • • Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours !...betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and his ruin, MortPffengs and fears than war or womeo have; And' when he falls,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 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,1 More pangs and fears than... | |
 | 1806 - 408 էջ
...that must 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' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | 1806 - 330 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 w£ aspire to, That sweet regard of princes and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 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 - 1807 - 472 էջ
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opeu'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, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 էջ
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world ! 1 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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 էջ
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world! I líate ye ; I feel my neart new open'd: O, here Edg. What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
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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. 
