 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 608 sivua
...that hangs on Princes Favours? Ther* There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That Tweet Afpeft of Princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...Wars or Women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifert ftever to hope again. Enter Cromwell (landing amaxj^ Why, how now Cromwell? Crom. I have no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 572 sivua
...Favours ? There King Henry VIII. ï/77 There is betwixt that fmile we would alpire toi That fweet Aiped of Princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than Wars or Women have: And when he falls, he fills like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell jlanding атлх}Д. Why, how now Cromwell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 sivua
...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 favours ! There is, betwixt that fnu'le we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and * our ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 sivua
...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 fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 sivua
...muft 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 fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 sivua
...muft 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 jjnile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our rum, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 sivua
...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 Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile he would aipire to, That fweet afpect of Princes, and 9 'hisx ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - 474 sivua
...mull: for ever hide me. Vain Pomp and Glory of the World ! I hate ye. I feel my Heart new open'd. G how wretched Is that poor Man that hangs on Princes...Favours .' ' There is, betwixt that Smile we would afpire to,That fweet Afpedl of Princes, an our Ruin, More Pangs and Fears, than War or Women have.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 sivua
...fmile we would afpire to> That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, •Never to hope again. Cardinal Wolfey'* Speech to Cromwell. Cromwell, I did not think to fhed a tear In all my miferies ;... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 sivua
...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 ! There is, betwixt that Smile which we afpire to, That fweet Regard of Princes, and our Ruin, More Pang- and Fears than War and Women... | |
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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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd... 
