 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 180 Seiten
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, 369 That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, 370 More pangs and fears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 355 Seiten
...me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you. I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched 435 Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! 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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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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world,... 
