 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.  Histories - Página 551por William Shakespeare - 1876Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Dublin city, univ - 1857 - 692 páginas
...glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 0 ! how wretched Is that poor man, who hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSPEARE. TO BE TRANSLATED INTO LATIN PROSE. The human mind is of a very imitative nature : nor is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 páginas
...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 like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What, amaz'd... | |
 | Edmund Hamilton Sears - 1857 - 468 páginas
...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." Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 páginas
...heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of...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, amazed... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 páginas
...: 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 ! SHYLOCK. (From the Merchant of Venice.} Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 784 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 like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ! CHOM. I have no power to speak, sir. WOL. What, amaz'd... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new-opened : Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wolsey. What! amazed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 páginas
...The passage is hardly apposite enough to be worth extraction here. I feel my heart new open'd. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, standing amazed'. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What!... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 780 páginas
...: 0, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter Cromwtli, amaxeaiy. Why, ho>e now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1859 - 466 páginas
...tha$ swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me...falls like Lucifer, — Never to hope again. — Enter CEOMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What! amaz'd... | |
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