 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 526 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; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer1, Never to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 444 страници
...feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ' There 1s betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, anuuecUy. • Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 320 страници
...ye ; ! 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...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Vever to hope again.— [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL amazedly. \\'hy, how now, Cromwell ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 636 страници
...that 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, 2 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he fails, he falls like Lucifer, Never to... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 страници
...smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard 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. ' [Enter Cromwell. Why, how now, Cromwell '! Crom. 1 have no power to speak, Sir. ; Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries;... | |
 | Alexander Schmidt, Gregor Sarrazin - 1971 - 740 страници
...which the enemy makes); cf. above: time's r. Lucr. 1451. Hence similarly with the possessive pronoun: there is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes , and íAeír г., more pangs and fears than wars or women have, H8 III, 2, 369 (= the ruin which they cause).... | |
 | Robert W. Uphaus - 1981 - 172 страници
...his fall: 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' favors! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. (III.ii.365-72) Then, after declaring, "The King has cur'd me, / I humbly thank his Grace" (380-81),... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 страници
...hate ye. I feel my heart now 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. (57) Act III, Scene 2: Wolsey has just spoken with his faithful follower and pupil, Cromwell, who now... | |
 | Gary Schmidgall - 1990 - 256 страници
...oddly but tellingly like Wolsey, the last of Shakespeare's proud but doomed suitors: O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There...ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have. [H8 3.2.366-70] The second subject that Venus and Adonis opens to consideration concerns the motivation... | |
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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. 
