 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 str.
...Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 str.
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 str.
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! 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... | |
 | William Howitt - 1840 - 548 str.
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...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 rise... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1840 - 908 str.
...parting kiss on the purest hand in Christendom, to Ninion Saunders' filthy wine- flasks. CHAPTER VI. " Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...to— That sweet aspect of princes and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have." SHAKSPEARE. WE might now occupy a goodly number of our... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 str.
...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 ;...prin'ces' favours ! | There is,* betwixt that smile he would aspire to, | That sweet aspect of princes, | and their ruin, | More pangs, and fears | than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 320 str.
...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...wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 str.
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 628 str.
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 350 str.
...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...wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,... | |
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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 heart new open'd:... 
