 | 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
...length 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...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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 pagini
...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 ! There is, betwixt that Smile which we afpire to, That fweet Regard of Princes, and our Ruin, More Pang- and Fears than War... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 pagini
...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 Smile which we afpire to, That fweet Regard of Princes, and our Ruin, More Pangs and Fears than War... | |
 | 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
...glory, But far beyond my depth ; my high blown pride '" At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude...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
...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! There is, betwixt that fmile we would alpire to, ' Thai fweet afpeci of princes, and our rinn," More pangs arid fears than war or women have;... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1769 - 300 pagini
...At length broke 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...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afp:6t of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have : • And when he falls,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 374 pagini
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that...hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that finile he would afpire to, That fweet afpecS of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
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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 or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. 
