 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...  The Plays of Shakespeare - Página 679por William Shakespeare - 1860 - 815 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened.4 Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Cromwell I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 páginas
...opened. O, 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...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What, amazed At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder A... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 638 páginas
...that jirccntunirc is a barbarous word used instead of jirtemonerc. I feel my heart new open'd : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder,... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 páginas
...must for ever hide 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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Shakspere. THE GOLD KING. " Sole and supreme, the Spirit-King, I reign o'er all mankind; Who rules... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain. pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. 0, not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas t Nerer to hope again. Henry nil. \Falstajft Cowardice and Boeating.'] [FolstafT. who is represented... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 páginas
...Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel mv heart new open'd. O, how wretched N tliit pinching Neter to hope again. Htnr» rill. [Faittaft Cowardice and Boatting.] , who U represented as я monster... | |
 | 1847 - 540 páginas
...heaven of bliss ! when the heart overflows With the rapture a mother only knows ! HENRY WARS. FAVOUR. 1. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSPEARE. 2. O momentary grace of mortal man, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 588 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.— [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 páginas
...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...{Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder... | |
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