| Edward Bysshe - 1710 - 620 str.
...Glory, But far beyond my Depth. My high.blown Pride At length broke undet me, and now has 1ej¿ me, Weary and old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that muff for ever hide me. SFJa&. ff0,. ¿. Upon the flipp'ry Tops of human State, S Thegilded Pinacles... | |
| Thomas Hayward - 1737 - 334 str.
...under me ; and now left me, . Weary, and old with fervice, to the 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. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 str.
...under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftrcam, that muft for ever hide me. Vain p^omp and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Js that poor man, that hangs on Princes' favours ! [Exeunt all but Wolfey, (16) Caftles,... | |
| Edward Bysshe - 1762 - 338 str.
...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 muft for ever hide me. Sbak. Hen, 5. Upon the flipp'ry Tops of human State, The gilded Pinnacles of... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1765 - 522 str.
...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 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1767 - 420 str.
...under me; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude fiream, that 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 fmile we... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1768 - 426 str.
...fervice, to the mercy ' Wql. OO farewel to the little good you bear me. 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 opeti'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on Princes' favours .' There is, betwixt that... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1773 - 424 str.
...; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude dream, that mult forever 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 I There is, betwixt that fmile we... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1773 - 464 str.
...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 pomp, and glory of this world, I hateye; I feerrny heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours!... | |
| Mrs. Griffith (Elizabeth), Elizabeth Griffith - 1775 - 626 str.
...under me, and now has left me, Wear)' and old with fen'ice, to the mercy Of a rude flream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye J feel my heart new opened—Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on Princes' favours ! There... | |
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