 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 էջ
...must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 betwiit that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangi and fears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 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 Scott - 1819 - 366 էջ
...that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his min, Mors pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 526 էջ
...Gascoigne and his Poesies : 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 էջ
...hide me Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ve : I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched I' 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... | |
 | Niccolò Forteguerri - 1822 - 280 էջ
...must for ever hide-me. Vain pomp and glory of the world ! I hate-ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. 0 ! how wret-ched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' fa-vours ! There is betwixt the smile he would aspire-to, The sweet aspect of princes, and his ru-in, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 էջ
...that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears 'than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 636 էջ
...hate ye ; i "fa praemunire,] It is almost unnecessary to observe that 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 - 1823 - 320 էջ
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; ! 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 Enfield - 1823 - 412 էջ
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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, betwixifehat smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspecFof princes, and his ruin, 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. 
