 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagina’s
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : 0, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 804 pagina’s
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opened : O, s flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies Hed under shade, Why, then, tbe thing smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and tears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 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... | |
 | Alexander Malcolm Williams - 1909 - 454 pagina’s
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel myjieart 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... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1909 - 636 pagina’s
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. 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 - 1909 - 228 pagina’s
...Henry yill. Act II, Sc. 3. 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 smilewe would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | 1911 - 242 pagina’s
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: 15 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 - 1912 - 214 pagina’s
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! 365 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... | |
 | Thomas Carter - 1912 - 332 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... | |
 | Charles Henry Poole - 1914 - 450 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. 
