 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 676 psl.
...muft 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'...would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin,9 More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,1... | |
 | 1795 - 432 psl.
...shapes with Proteus, for advantages. SllAKESPEAlt. Third part K. Ifenry VI. Act iii. - - • — — How wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours ! There is betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 psl.
...under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude fheam, that mufl for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world,...on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That Aveet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than v,ar or women... | |
 | John Borthwick Gilchrist - 1796 - 360 psl.
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye, I feel my;heart new opened: O, how wretched4 Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afp ire to, ' That fweet alp с ¿I of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 psl.
...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 fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 psl.
...muft 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'...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 psl.
...muft 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 finile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 psl.
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, arjd glory of this world, I hate ye 5 I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have , And when he falls,... | |
 | George Alexander Cooke - 1802 - 304 psl.
...mint for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of the world, I hate ye ! 1 feel my heart new-op'd. O hmv wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes favours. There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That swrtt aspect of princes, and their ruin, J1'ire panl;s ami fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 psl.
...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. 
