 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 σελίδες
...depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 σελίδες
...: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 σελίδες
...length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude dream, that 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... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 σελίδες
...length broke under me ; and now left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude flream, that 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 508 σελίδες
...depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 σελίδες
...: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 σελίδες
...; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, Ihate ye ; I feel iny heart new open'd. Ch, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on prince's favours... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 σελίδες
...broke under me ; and now has left me, \Veary, and old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that muft 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... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 σελίδες
...under me ; and now has left me, Weary, arjd old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 σελίδες
...: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain p^mp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor... | |
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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 ever hide me. 
