 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.  The Plays of William Shakspeare ... - Страница 280по William Shakespeare - 1785Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 страници
...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 страници
...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...betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have j And, when he falls,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 страници
...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'...betwixt that 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,... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 страници
...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 страници
...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 war or... | |
 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - 474 страници
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 страници
...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 that 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,... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 страници
...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... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 страници
...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 Smile which we afpire to, That fweet Regard of Princes, and our Ruin, More Pangs and Fears than War... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 500 страници
...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'...would afpire to, That fweet afpect of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; •* — Nips his root ;] As fpring Jttorti<veastt>t{\r&-bdrn... | |
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