 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 pagina’s
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, aod glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opf.n'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 their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 pagina’s
...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 we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 pagina’s
...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 would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 pagina’s
...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 would aspire to( That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 pagina’s
...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 would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,9 More pangs and fears than... | |
 | Noah Webster - 1814 - 240 pagina’s
...stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate you ! I feel my heart now open'd. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ? There is, betwixt that smile lie would fl^pire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 pagina’s
...must for ever hide me. Vam 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 aspecl of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and tears thau wars... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 pagina’s
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 aspire to, . * That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 pagina’s
...must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 betwiit that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangi and fears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pagina’s
...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 would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
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Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! 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 again. 
