 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1826 - 530 oldal
...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' favours ! There...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, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 oldal
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ve ; I feel my heart new ¿pen'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours : There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, enuuedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. |fo/. What,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 oldal
...O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...falls, he falls like Lucifer, • Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | John Galt - 1830 - 240 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 oldal
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ' There...their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women hare -, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enler Cromwell, amazedly.... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 oldal
...favours'! There are', betwixt that smile he would aspire to', That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin', More pangs and fears than wars or women have':...he falls', like Lucifer', Never to hope again'.« SECTION XIII. Cardinal Wolsey's Farewell Address to Cromwell. SHAKSPEARE. CROMWELL', I did not think... | |
 | 1871 - 340 oldal
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 | 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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 oldal
...with injustice is corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...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... | |
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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... 
