 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 páginas
...wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. d 25 — iii. 2. 41 Prayers denied, often profitable. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 páginas
...must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— [Exeunt all but WOLSET. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 páginas
...wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. } 25 — iii. 2. 41 Prayers denied, often profitable. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 564 páginas
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Never to hope again.— _—... | |
 | William Howitt - 1840 - 548 páginas
...hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again ! The story of the ambition and greatness of Wolsey is a splendid and rare story ; but what... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 320 páginas
...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'...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 - 634 páginas
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...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 - 628 páginas
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...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 - 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
...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'...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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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 to hope again. 
