 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 pagini
...that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world ! I hate ye, 1 feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on Princes favours ! There is, betwixt that fnu'le we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and * our ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 pagini
...broke under me ; and now left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude flream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world,...hangs on princes favours ! There is, betwixt that jjnile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our rum, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 pagini
...with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world ! I hate ye, I feel my heart new open'd. Oh,...on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile he would aipire to, That fweet afpect of Princes, and 9 'hisx ruin, More pangs and fears than war or... | |
 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - 474 pagini
...mull: for ever hide me. Vain Pomp and Glory of the World ! I hate ye. I feel my Heart new open'd. G how wretched Is that poor Man that hangs on Princes Favours .' ' There is, betwixt that Smile we would afpire to,That fweet Afpedl of Princes, an our Ruin, More Pangs and Fears, than War... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 pagini
...under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my neart new open'd. Oh, how wretched It that pooor man, that hangs on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 pagini
...under me ; and now has left me, \Veary, and old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain Pomp and Glory of this World, I hate yc ; I feel my Heart new-open'd. Oh, hov/ wretched Is that poor Man, that hangs on Princes Favours... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 pagini
...under me ; and now has left me, Weary, arjd old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that rnuft for ever hide me. Vain Pomp and Glory of this 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 pagini
...me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain p^mp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart...wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on Princes' favours ! (16) Caftles, and ivkarfiever,] 1 have ventured to fubftitute Ckaltfh here, as the Author's genuine... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 500 pagini
...under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world,...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; •* — Nips his root... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 304 pagini
...under ire, -and now has left ire, Weary and old with lervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ve ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh', how wretched c Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!... | |
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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. 
