The Life of King Henry VIII.Cassell, 1908 - 195 pagini |
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Pagina 25
... Buck- ingham . BRANDON , and a Serjeant - at- Arms . Door - keeper of the Council- chamber . Porter , and his Man . Page to Gardiner . A Crier . QUEEN KATHARINE , Wife to King Henry . ANNE BULLEN , her Maid of Honour . An Old Lady ...
... Buck- ingham . BRANDON , and a Serjeant - at- Arms . Door - keeper of the Council- chamber . Porter , and his Man . Page to Gardiner . A Crier . QUEEN KATHARINE , Wife to King Henry . ANNE BULLEN , her Maid of Honour . An Old Lady ...
Pagina 27
... Buck . Good morrow , and well met . How have ye done Since last we saw in France ? Nor . I thank your grace , Healthful ; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there . Buck . An untimely ague Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber ...
... Buck . Good morrow , and well met . How have ye done Since last we saw in France ? Nor . I thank your grace , Healthful ; and ever since a fresh admirer Of what I saw there . Buck . An untimely ague Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber ...
Pagina 28
... Buck . All the whole time Then you lost I was my chamber's prisoner . Nor . The view of earthly glory : men might say , Till this time Pomp was single , but now married To one above itself . Each following day Became the next day's ...
... Buck . All the whole time Then you lost I was my chamber's prisoner . Nor . The view of earthly glory : men might say , Till this time Pomp was single , but now married To one above itself . Each following day Became the next day's ...
Pagina 29
... Buck . Who did guide , I mean , who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together ? Nor . As you guess : One , certes , that promises no element In such a business . Buck . I pray you , who , my lord ? Nor . All this was ...
... Buck . Who did guide , I mean , who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together ? Nor . As you guess : One , certes , that promises no element In such a business . Buck . I pray you , who , my lord ? Nor . All this was ...
Pagina 30
William Shakespeare. Of the right reverend Cardinal of York . Buck . The devil speed him ! No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger . What had he To do in these fierce vanities ? I wonder , That such a keech can with his very bulk ...
William Shakespeare. Of the right reverend Cardinal of York . Buck . The devil speed him ! No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger . What had he To do in these fierce vanities ? I wonder , That such a keech can with his very bulk ...
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Pagina 128 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must...
Pagina 125 - O, how wretched 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.
Pagina 128 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. How can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Pagina 97 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pagina 175 - This royal infant, (heaven still move about her !) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness,) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed...
Pagina 128 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor...
Pagina 140 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading ; Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer : And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely.
Pagina 128 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 118 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 129 - O Cromwell, Cromwell ! Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.