| Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 444 pagini
...— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1826 - 648 pagini
...— . Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last... | |
| George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagini
...Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'di A . Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of hia Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1839 - 564 pagini
...honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last:... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1841 - 320 pagini
...— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last... | |
| Book - 1841 - 164 pagini
...— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it : Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels : how can man, then, Th' image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last... | |
| Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 pagini
...thee a way, | out of Ais wrecfc, to rise' in, ;'| A sure, and safe' one, | though thy master miss'd it. | Mark but my fall, | and that that ru'in'd me. | Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambrtion ; | By that sin fell the an'gels, | how can man then, | The image of Ais Maker, | hope to... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1842 - 644 pagini
...honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 pagini
...now,] ie Make interest now: "use" and utanee were the old A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1842 - 350 pagini
...— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last;... | |
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