 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 страници
...wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours 1 There is, betwixt that smile we would a*pire mother's dressing ; but they after search saying they...tha't your mother's nose stnndeth somewhat awry!' — Htnry vm. [Falitufs Cowardice awl Borutiny."] [Talst-iff. who Is represented aa ft monster of fat.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 страници
...and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever of these precedent discourses, and shall be likelier... ⣛ 0 m"I 1850 Gould, Kendall and Lincoln"% Chambers Robert" Henry rill. [Pallia f > Cowardice and Boatti'ng.'] [Falstaff, who IN represented as a monster of fat,... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 страници
...t Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened. 2 Oh, how wretched i.. Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There...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 Shakespeare - 1850 - 588 страници
...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, Tha't...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 614 страници
...that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, Th:1t sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs...falls, 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 578 страници
...and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.... | |
 | 1851 - 496 страници
...for every hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart now opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 670 страници
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. 0, 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. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 страници
...ye : I feel my heart new opened. Oh, 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 ! — Cromwell, I did not think to shed a ter-r In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 страници
...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 poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. of jjttan. Why then, you princes, "Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; And call them shames,... | |
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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, Never... 
