 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.  The Plays of William Shakspeare ... - Strana 280autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1785Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 str.
...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 str.
...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...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 str.
...muft 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'...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 str.
...muft 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 jjnile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our rum, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 str.
...muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 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 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 str.
...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 - 500 str.
...muft 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'...would afpire to, That fweet afpect of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; •* — Nips his root ;] As fpring Jttorti<veastt>t{\r&-bdrn... | |
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