 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 str.
...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 opeu'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 str.
...under me ; and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must líate ye ; I feel my neart new open'd: O, how wretched •-Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 str.
...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 : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 380 str.
...and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 420 str.
...and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, hetwixt that smile we would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 476 str.
...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 hale ve ; I feel my heart new open'd : O , how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on Prince*' favours... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 str.
...under me ; and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the misery Of a rude stream, which must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile which... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 str.
...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 : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 str.
...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 : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 str.
...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 opcn'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile... | |
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This many summers in a sea 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. 
