 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 str.
...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.
...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 fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 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 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 - 1740 - 434 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' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 str.
...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... | |
 | 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 or Women have.... | |
 | 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 and Women... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 500 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' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 420 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 favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
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... 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my... 
