 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 страници
...hate ye; I feel my heart new opeu'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 страници
...; I feel my neart new open'd: O, how wretched •-Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours g hence, even as their coming hither : Kipeness J is all : Come on. Glo. And that our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 страници
...hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd: 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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or womtu have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | 1807 - 788 страници
...himself that all is well, he boldlv perseveres till the brink of the precipice sinlis beneaiU his feet, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. The errors of genius are notorious as well as lamentable, and ever will the superficial inspector wish,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 476 страници
...; I feel my heart new open'd : O , how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on Prince*' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women Jiavcj And when he falls, he falll like Lucifer, Jxevcr to Lope again. — Enter CROMWELL, am.ai.edly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 380 страници
...hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: 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, 7 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 5 This is the state of man; To-Jay he puts forth The... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 страници
...smile he would aspire toy That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ?... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 страници
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 420 страници
...heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,7 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 5 This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth... | |
 | Matthew Gregory Lewis - 1808 - 348 страници
...CHAP. V. — " Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man, who hangs on princes' favours t There is between that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and our ruin, More hopes and fears, than war or women hare." — Henry the Eighth. SOME hours elapsed,... | |
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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 to hope again. 
