 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 588 oldal
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his body shall remain... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 646 oldal
...of ibis world, I hate ve : I feel my heart new ouenM : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that lianas ar, Alore pangs and fears than ware or women have ; And when he* falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 oldal
...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? Croin. 1 have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, omaz'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 oldal
...Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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 Martin - 1838 - 368 oldal
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...and their ruin, More pangs and fears, than wars or woman have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. LESSON IV. THE KING IN... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 804 oldal
...must for ever 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'...aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and tears than wars or women ha«; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 oldal
...must for ever 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'...would aspire to, • That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he -falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 oldal
...Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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 oldal
...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'...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.— _—... | |
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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... 
