 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 psl.
...fea 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 fervice, to the mercy...that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world ! I hate ye, 1 feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on Princes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 psl.
...fea 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 fervice, to the mercy...new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on Princes favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 psl.
...fea 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 fervice, to the mercy Of a rude dream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 psl.
...in a fea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : My high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude flream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 psl.
...fea of gtery : But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy...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 wretched Is that poor man that hangs on... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 372 psl.
...fea of glory : Bat fer beyond my depth ! my high-blown pride At length broke undet me, and now has left me Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that mull for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world ! I hate ye, * I feel my heart new npen'd.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 psl.
...fea of glory : Eut far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy...pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my neart new open'd. Oh, how wretched It that pooor man, that hangs on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 psl.
...fea 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 fervice, to the mercy...for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, Ihate ye ; I feel iny heart new open'd. Ch, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on prince's favours... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 psl.
...broke 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 psl.
...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... | |
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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. 
