 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 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...More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And wheu he falls, he (alls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 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 their ruin,9 More pangs and fears than wars or women have j And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,1 Never... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...UI. 663 Vain pomp and glory of this work], I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Ii that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, The tweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have, And, when he... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 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 war and women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 368 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...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 - 1819 - 646 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...fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he lalle like Lucifer, . Never to hope again. — Enter CHOMWEI.I., antazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 страници
...smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his min, Mors pangs and fears than war or women have; •'% And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. [Enter Cromwell. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. 'I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 398 страници
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, 1 hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors-! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 страници
...hide me. Fain pomp and giory of the world, I hate ye ! 'feel my new heart opcn'd. Oil, how wretched s that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, Th.it sweet regard of prince's, and his rum, lore pangs and fears than war or women... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 страници
...ve : I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched I' 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. — " • As the Pope's legate. Enter CRoMWELL, amazed ly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no... | |
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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. 
