 Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's,...  A Thousand and One Gems of English Poetry - Página 70de Charles Mackay - 1896 - 633 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 páginas
...ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate...fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king : And, Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have,1 To the last penny... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 páginas
...ambition ; By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate...fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king : And, Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, 1 To the last penny:... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1839 - 490 páginas
...The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence...Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O CromThou fall'st a blessed martyr. Lead me in,— [well, There take an inventory of all I have To the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 páginas
...then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Lore thyself last; cherish those hearts that hatethee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy...ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's. 25 — iii. 2. 569 Jn/i unbecoming to age. How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 564 páginas
...The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee f Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy...Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, U. , [51 Though this be good divinity, and an admirable precept for our conduct In private life, it... | |
 | William Howitt - 1840 - 548 páginas
...cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty : Still in thy right-hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues ; be...fall'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. * See Vignette on Title-page. It would have been out of nature, on entering Hampton Court, not to pause... | |
 | Thomas Peregrine Courtenay - 1840 - 354 páginas
...away ambition : By that sin fell the angels. How can man (The image of his Maker), hope to win by't ? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate...silence envious tongues ; be just and fear not. Let all those ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1841 - 768 páginas
...deep repentance, commends him to our admiration and pity. ' .Murk but my fall, and that which ruined me. Cromwell, I charge thee fling away ambition ;...country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fallest, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. — Serve the king, And — Prithee lead me in... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 páginas
...hurl upon their heads that break his law. King Richard III. Act i. Scene 4. EPITOME OP DUTY. IVolsey. Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate...country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, Ob, Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. NEGLECT OF DUTY DANGEROUS. Patroclus. Those wounds heal... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 320 páginas
...then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate Corruption wins not more than honesty : Still in thy...fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And, pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny... | |
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