 And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,— Found...  The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new ... - Pàgina 556per William Shakespeare - 1842Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - 474 pàgines
...Wreck to rife in : A fure and fafe one, tho' thy Mailer mifs'd it. Mark but my Fall, and that which ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,...can Man then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win it ? Love thy felf laft, cherilh thofe Hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than Honefty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 466 pàgines
...— that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour — Found tliee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe...miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. 710 Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 pàgines
...Wolsey-r- that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,-*Fqund thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 pàgines
...nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use4 now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. O my...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by'tt Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 384 pàgines
...the woman. Let 's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as 1 shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no...ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ;5 By that sin fell the angels,6 how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't? Love... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 434 pàgines
...— Let's dry our eyes: And thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall he ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of...master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruiu'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 pàgines
...tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Jjet's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And,...Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, 1 charge thee, fling away amhition ; Bv that sin fell the angels, how can man then, Tne image of his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 pàgines
...taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — -that once trod the ways of:glory, And sounded all the depths and-shoals of honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck,...ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ;7 By that sin fell the angels,8 how can man 'then, The image of his Maker, hope to'win by't? Love... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 pàgines
...sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thru. I Say, Wolsey, — that -once trod the ways of glory,...Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, 1 charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his... | |
 | 1818 - 426 pàgines
...Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A...; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, (Though th' image of his Maker) hope to win by't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate... | |
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