 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 trang
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opcn'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 trang
...mercy Of a rude stream, 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...aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,2 More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 trang
...mercy Of a rude stream, 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...have •*, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL amazcdly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Capel Lofft - 1812 - 544 trang
...O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hang* on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of Princes, and...than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls likfi Lucifer, Never to hope again. 256. CONSCIENCE. A still and quiet conscience is a peace Above... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 trang
...mercy Of a rnde stream, 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...More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And wheu he falls, he (alls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 trang
...mercy Of a rude stream, 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...aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,9 More pangs and fears than wars or women have j And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,1 Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 trang
...mercy Of a rnde stream, that must for ever hide me. Vam pomp, and glory of this world, 1 hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that...betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspecl of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and tears thau wars or women hare ; And when he falls,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 trang
...mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd : O how wretched Is that...would aspire to, . * That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war and women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 368 trang
...mercy Of a rude stream, 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...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 324 trang
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new opep'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter CROMWELL amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
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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... 
