| 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1824 - 358 pagini
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opeii'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'cl At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pagini
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new operi'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... | |
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