 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 Plays - Pagina 189de William Shakespeare - 1824Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 pagini
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly9. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. WoL What ! amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 494 pagini
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye : If feel my heart new open'd. O! how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on princes'...Cromwell! Crom. I have no power to speak , Sir. Wol. What! amas'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder , A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pagini
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn, I have no power to speak, air. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 pagini
...heart new opened. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedlií. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 348 pagini
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Eater CBOMWBLL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 pagini
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer —... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pagini
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened.4 Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Cromwell I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 pagini
...opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What, amazed At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder A... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 pagini
...opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes?... | |
 | Lundsford Pitts Yandell, Theodore S. Bell - 1845 - 564 pagini
...obscurity, and confirmed madness: 'O, how wretched la that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and tears than wars or women have, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.'* "But,... | |
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