 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829
...for ever hidf me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ve ; I feel my heart new ¿pen'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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 480 էջ
...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 he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | Edmund Arnold Greening Lamborn - 1917 - 191 էջ
...any one who tries : Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new-opened. 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... | |
 | 1918 - 170 էջ
...November 29 Cardinal Wolsey, d. 1530. Prince Rupert, d. 1682. Herr von Bethmann-Hollweg, b. 1856. 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... | |
 | Charles E. Tomlinson - 1925 - 89 էջ
...full of noble speech arising out of political emotions. Read Cardinal Wolsey on his downfall — 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... | |
 | 1918
...But as the marigold at the sun's eye ... at a frown they in their glory die. Sonn. S) 25. 5—8.) ( Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours. //. VIII. Ill 2, 366. Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favour dream as I have done. Cymt. V... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 207 էջ
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye. I feel my heart now 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... | |
 | Suzy Platt - 1993 - 520 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... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1092 էջ
...intend to deny. PUBLILIUS SYRUS (1st century BC). Roman writer of mimes. Sententiae, no. 470. 7 О QF 4:6ӑG k o ( q NG~猌+ U smile we would aspire to. That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2008 - 240 էջ
...for ever hide me . 365 Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. 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 370 More pangs and fears... | |
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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. 
