 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...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 Shakespeare - 1808
...must forever 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, 7 More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808
...must forever 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, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,7 More pangs and... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 400 էջ
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ! J feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire toy That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More... | |
 | Noah Webster - 1809 - 230 էջ
...stream that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate you ; I feel my heart now opened. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smiie he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin,... | |
 | Elizabeth Robinson Montagu - 1810 - 296 էջ
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 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... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 296 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
...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
...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
...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... | |
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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. 
