 | William Richardson - 1784 - 506 str.
...and was exiled into fome remote and inhofpitable corner of that empire which he formerly governed. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes and his ruin, More pangs and tears than war or women... | |
 | William Enfield - 1785 - 460 str.
...fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the worM, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched...hangs on princes' favours \ There is, betwixt that (mile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1785 - 336 str.
...rude ftream, that rouft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye j I feel rpy heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man,...favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire tq, That fweet afpeft of princesr-and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 524 str.
...under me; and now has left me,.. Weary, and old with Cervice, 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 : C), how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile... | |
 | Select lessons - 1785 - 156 str.
...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. Vain Pomp and Glory of this World, I hate you; I feel my Heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor Man, that hangs on Princes Favours!... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 str.
...divert his grain, Tortive and errant from his courfe of growth. Troilus and Crejfida, A. i, S. .3. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 466 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 I There is, betwixt that smile we... | |
 | Prolusiones - 1788 - 204 str.
...gurgite vaflo. OJi te, fplendor, te vanaque gloria mundi ! 1- 'Nubes i . I feel my heart new opened. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpeét of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears, than war or... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 str.
...with fervice., to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretch«4 Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 614 str.
...under me; and now has left me, Weary, and old withfervice, 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 newopen'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that... | |
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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. 
