 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 str.
...under me ; and now has left me, \Veary, and old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that muft 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... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 str.
...under me ; and now has left me, Weary, arjd old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 str.
...me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain p^mp 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 ! (16) Caftles, and ivkarfiever,]... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 522 str.
...under me, and now has left me, Wear)' 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 - 1765 - 500 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 DOW has left me> Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy. Of a rude ftream, that mud 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 - 304 str.
...under ire, -and now has left ire, Weary and old with lervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ve ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh', how wretched c Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1769 - 300 str.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 374 str.
...muft forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that finile he would afpire to, That fweet afpecS of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 372 str.
...i Varo pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye; ,i/eel my heart new open'J. Oh, h;w wret'clied Is I Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
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Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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... 
