 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 psl.
...stream , that must fpr ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ! I feel my hearth new open'd. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that...hangs on princes' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile he would aspire tOj That sweet aspect of princes , and his ruin , More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 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,1 More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Enfield - 1805 - 456 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 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 which w£ aspire to, That sweet regard of princes and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 psl.
...for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world! I líate ye ; I feel my neart new open'd: O, here Edg. What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 psl.
...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 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. 
