 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 pagini
...that must for ever hide me. Vam pomp, and glory of this world, 1 hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspecl of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and tears thau wars or women hare ; And when he falls,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 pagini
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 war and women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 324 pagini
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new opep'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...hope again.— Enter CROMWELL amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'dw At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 368 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'...again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 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'...fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he lalle like Lucifer, . Never to hope again. — Enter CHOMWEI.I., antazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 pagini
...hide me Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ve : I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched I' that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer Never to hope again. — " • As the Pope's legate. Enter CRoMWELL, amazed ly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 526 pagini
...Gascoigne and his Poesies : 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'...aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin 9, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer1, Never to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 320 pagini
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; ! feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Vever to hope again.— [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL amazedly. \\'hy, how now, Cromwell ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 444 pagini
...feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ' There 1s betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, anuuecUy. • Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 636 pagini
...I hate ye ; i "fa praemunire,] It is almost unnecessary to observe that I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, 2 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he fails, he falls like Lucifer, Never to... | |
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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... 
