 | David Selwyn - 1998 - 384 oldal
...farewell to all my greatness. This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls as I do. I have ventur'd Like litde wanton boys that swim... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 oldal
...farewell to all my greatness. /This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth /The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, / And bears his blushing honours...thinks, good easy man, full 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... | |
 | Allardyce Nicoll - 1958 - 248 oldal
...rotation of Fortune's wheel: This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms And bears his blushing honours...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. (ш, ii, 352-8) It was a mistake to aspire,... | |
 | J. Philip Newell - 2003 - 148 oldal
...desperate desire to succeed, This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. . . . Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate... | |
 | Russell A. Fraser - 1962 - 240 oldal
...nor with more implication. This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls . . . (Henry VIII, 3.2.352-8) The good easy man is Wolsey.... | |
 | András Horn - 2008 - 210 oldal
...farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man. Today he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours...thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that... | |
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Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when... 
