| William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 sider
...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 Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 sider
...that fwim on bladders, Thefe many fummers in a fea of glory : But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have j And, when he falls,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 sider
...length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude dream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And, when he falls,... | |
| William Oldys - 1740 - 326 sider
...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
...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 that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And, when he falls,... | |
| Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 sider
...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 sider
...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 - 1765 - 522 sider
...But far beyond my depth ; my high blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Wear)' and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream,...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have; 4 —Nips his root;]... | |
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