 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...  The Life of King Henry VIII. - Pagina 125de William Shakespeare - 1908 - 195 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 562 pagini
...• There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire te£ That fweet Afpeft of Princes, and rheir ruir, More pangs and fears than Wars or Women have: And...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell ftanding amAzld. Why, how now Cram-well ? Crom. I have no power to ipeak, Sir. WoL What, armz'd At... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 608 pagini
...that hangs on Princes Favours? Ther* There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That Tweet Afpeft of Princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...Wars or Women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifert ftever to hope again. Enter Cromwell (landing amaxj^ Why, how now Cromwell? Crom. I have no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 572 pagini
...Favours ? There King Henry VIII. ï/77 There is betwixt that fmile we would alpire toi That fweet Aiped of Princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than Wars or Women have: And when he falls, he fills like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell jlanding атлх}Д. Why, how now Cromwell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 pagini
...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 pagini
...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 would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 pagini
...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 would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 pagini
...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 pagini
...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... | |
 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - 474 pagini
...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 or Women have.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 pagini
...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, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, ftanding amm!d. Why, how now, Cremixell ? Cmm. I have no power to fpeak, Sir. Wal. What, amaz'd At... | |
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