 | William Enfield - 1805 - 456 str.
...pomp and glory of the world, 1 hate yel ' i I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched 1 • • 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, MortPffengs and fears than war or womeo... | |
 | 1806 - 408 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,...hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | 1806 - 330 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 - 1806 - 510 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 - 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 - 562 str.
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world ! 1 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 aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | 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 - 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 - 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... | |
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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. 
