 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 páginas
...how wretched Is that poor man | that hangs on prin'ces' favours ! | There is,* betwixt that smile he would aspire to, | That sweet aspect of princes, |...falls, \ he falls like Lucifer, | Never to hope again,. | WOLSEY S FAREWELL ADDRESS TO CROMWELL. (SHAKSPEARE.) Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear | In... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 páginas
...how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on prince's favours ! There is betwixt that smile that we aspire to. That sweet aspect of princes, and their...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSFKARE. £i)r -ttnvrs'j of iloani ant 7;br to Ujr Dntr. THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 320 páginas
...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...princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars 01^ women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 644 páginas
...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, amazedly6. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What ! amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 páginas
...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 - 1842 - 350 páginas
...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...hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 494 páginas
...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'...again. — Enter CROMWELL , amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell! Crom. I have no power to speak , Sir. Wol. What! amas'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 páginas
...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 ? Crotn, I have no power to speak, air. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 páginas
...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 páginas
...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,... | |
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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... 
