 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 572 страници
...Honour, Found thee a way, out of his wrack, tq rife in .A fure, and fife one, though thy Mailer mift it. Mark but my Fall, and that that ruin'd me: Cromwell,...thee, fling away Ambition, By that Sin fell the Angels j how can Man then The Image of his Maker, hope to win it? Love thy felf laft, cheriih thofe Hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 562 страници
...lure, and fafe one, though thy Matter mift it. Mark but my Fall, and that that ruin'd me : Crormvellt I charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that Sin fell...the Angels •, how can Man then The Image of his MaLr, hope to win it? Love thy ftlf laft, cherifli thofe Hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not... | |
 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - 474 страници
...Wreck to rife in : A fure and fafe one, tho' thy Mailer mifs'd it. Mark but my Fall, and that which ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,...can Man then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win it ? Love thy felf laft, cherilh thofe Hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than Honefty.... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 страници
...thee a Way, out of this Wreck, to rife in ; A fure-and fafe one, tho' thy Matter mifs'd it. Crsrmuell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition ; By that Sin fell...then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win by't ? Love thyfelf laft ; cherifli thofe Hearts that wait thee ; Corruption wins not more than Honefty. Still... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 524 страници
...honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in ; A fure and fafe one, though thy mafter mifs'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that fin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyfelf laft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1791 - 724 страници
...honour,— * Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in ; A fure and fafe one, though thy mafter mifs'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that fin fell the angels, how can man thenj The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? z Love thyfelf laft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 страници
...— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in ; A fure and fafe one, though thy mafter mifs'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that fin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyfelf laft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 страници
...honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in ; A fure and fife one, though thy mafter mifs'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me, Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that fm fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyfelf laft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 страници
...honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in ; A fure and fafe one, though thy matter mifs'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that fin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyfelf latt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 страници
...Wolsey-r- that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,-*Fqund thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle... | |
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Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not... 
