 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 384 psl.
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root,6 And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 380 psl.
...surely His greatness is a ripening,—nips his root, 5 And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 psl.
...ventur'd, Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory; Hut far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length...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... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 psl.
...And then he falls, as I do. — I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my...for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 psl.
...ventur'd, ' Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory, Bat far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length...for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 psl.
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 psl.
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, bike little, wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 psl.
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd. Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 psl.
...nips his root,] " As spring-frosts are not injurious to And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 psl.
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rnde stream, that must for ever hide me. Vam pomp, and glory of this world, 1 hate ye; I feel my heart... | |
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Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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... 
