 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 444 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 1s betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 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 - 1824 - 512 էջ
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new operi'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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 444 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 - 1824 - 358 էջ
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opeii'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspe'ct of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 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 - 1824 - 512 էջ
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; [ feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched t« 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... | |
 | 1825 - 338 էջ
...mercy Of a woman, who will scandalize for ever ! Vain pride and pomp of the false sex, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh! how, wretched Is that poor man who waits for woman's favours There is betwixt the joys he would aspire to. That sweet form of woman... | |
 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1826 - 530 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 Shakespeare - 1826 - 648 էջ
...hate ye ; 1 of a prsemunire,] 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, Q 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. 
