 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 страници
...that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. "Why, how now, Cromwell ? CROM. I have no power to fpeak, fir. WOL. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy fpirit wonder,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 страници
...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...— 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 страници
...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' favours! There...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, A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 страници
...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...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, A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 страници
...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...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 страници
...hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opeu'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There...again.— 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 страници
...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...— 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 страници
...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' favours ! There...again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 страници
...me. Vain pomp, aod glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opf.n'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 страници
...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...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL amazcdly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
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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,... 
