 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,...  Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems - Страница 429по William Shakespeare - 1858Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 страници
...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'...Lucifer, }Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 страници
...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'...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 At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 страници
...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'...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 страници
...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'...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | 1806 - 408 страници
...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. Oh, how wretched Is that...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 страници
...must for ever 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'...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 At my misfortunes?... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 страници
...mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 страници
...mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 страници
...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'...like Lucifer, Never to hope again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 страници
...for ever hide 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'...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... | |
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