 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 pagini
...princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never-to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, anu:ztd!j. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cnni. I have no power... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 pagini
...that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that finile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedfy. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wai. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 pagini
...that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amaxeJly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wd. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | George Alexander Cooke - 1802 - 304 pagini
...mint for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of the world, I hate ye ! 1 feel my heart new-op'd. O hmv wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes favours....There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That swrtt aspect of princes, and their ruin, J1'ire panl;s ami fears than wars or women have ; And when... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 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 - 1804 - 548 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'...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 - 1804 - 80 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 pagini
...prince*' favours ! There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL amazed!}. —Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpea!:, fir. . Wol. What, amaz'd At... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 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 - 1805 - 434 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'...aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,1 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
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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... 
