 | Joseph Townsend - 1781 - 342 էջ
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that mult for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on prince's favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to. That fweet afpect of princes, and... | |
 | William Richardson - 1784 - 506 էջ
...and was exiled into fome remote and inhofpitable corner of that empire which he formerly governed. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes and his ruin, More pangs and tears than war or women have j And when he falls,' he... | |
 | William Enfield - 1785 - 460 էջ
...that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the worM, 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 (mile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 524 էջ
...for ever Hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; * I feel my heart new open'd : C), how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin'1, More pangs and fears than wars or... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 էջ
...that muft for ever hide me. Vain Pomp and Glory of this World, I hate you; I feel my Heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor Man, that hangs on Princes Favours! There is, betwixt that Smile which we afpire to, That fweet Regard of Princes, and our Ruin, More Pangs and Fears than War... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 էջ
...divert his grain, Tortive and errant from his courfe of growth. Troilus and Crejfida, A. i, S. .3. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours ! . There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 էջ
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretch«4 Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours !...betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet regard of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And when he falls, he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 614 էջ
...muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart newopen'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeci of princes, and their ruin 1 , More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 676 էջ
...muft 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 fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin,9 More pangs and fears than wars or... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 376 էջ
...the world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Voc. V. E e It Is that poor nffan that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have; And when he falls, he... | |
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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. 
