 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 466 pagini
...mercy Of a rude stream, that 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 I There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspeft of princes, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1791 - 724 pagini
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ^ 1 feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours f There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpe«5t of princes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 676 pagini
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 pagini
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that 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 I There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 pagini
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that 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 afpeft of princes, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 pagini
...mercy Or" a rude Itream, that 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 finile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 pagini
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that mult for ever hide me. Vain pomp, arjd glory of this world, I hate ye 5 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 afpeft of princes, and... | |
 | 1800 - 322 pagini
...misery Of a rude stream, which 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 thai har.gs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile which we aspire to, That sweet regard... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 pagini
...mercy Of a rude stream, that 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 pagini
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that 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...hangs on prince*' favours ! There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
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Of a rude stream, that 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... 
