 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 страници
...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...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
...smile we 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 to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPKECH to CROMTVELL* (SHAKESPEARE.) CRQMWELI, I did not think to shed a tear "In... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 страници
...favours There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, o. [Exeunt SCENE III. Enter, in conquest, with dmm and colours, Edmund} amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crotn. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 страници
...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...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, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 страници
...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 to hope again. Enter t'romîïell, amaiedli/. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cr.-wi. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 страници
...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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ?... | |
 | 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. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 страници
...smile we 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 to hope again. • I And in another place, ^ • Let's dry our eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when 1 am... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 страници
...smile we 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 to hope again. And in another place, Let's dry our eyes, and thus far bear me, Cromwell, And when 1 am forgotten,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 страници
...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...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... | |
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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... 
