 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 614 pàgines
...that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, Th:1t sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs...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 - 1851 - 578 pàgines
...full surely His greatness is a ripening,—nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.... | |
 | English history - 1851 - 706 pàgines
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have veniur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, ho falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaiedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ?... | |
 | 1851 - 496 pàgines
...for every hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart now opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 670 pàgines
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. 0, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! 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,... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 pàgines
...ye : I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again ! — Cromwell, I did not think to shed a ter-r In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 576 pàgines
...TTis greatness is a ripening,— nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, 1/ike little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CBOMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 pàgines
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. of jjttan. Why then, you princes, "Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; And call them shames,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 pàgines
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; * feel my heart new oprn'd : O, how wretched s aste them on. [Exe. SCENE II. — An advanced post...guard like men; 'tis well: Bui, by your leave, I — Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ;' CVom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What,... | |
 | Midland-metropolitan magazine - 1852 - 676 pàgines
...wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! (There is, betwixt that smile we should aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and their...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again." And further on, " I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still... | |
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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,... 
