 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pągines
...must for ever hidf me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ve ; I feel my heart new æpen'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, enuuedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. |fo/. What,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pągines
...O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...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 - 1836 - 588 pągines
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, 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, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pągines
...ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory : liiit far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — ” Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Croin. 1 have no power to speak, sir. Wol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pągines
...Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. d 25 — iii. 2. 41 Prayers denied, often profitable. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 564 pągines
...you well, my little good lord cardinal. L Out of the king's protection :—This is my charge. Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell,...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Never to hope again.— _—... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pągines
...Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. } 25 — iii. 2. 41 Prayers denied, often profitable. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 pągines
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, 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.— [Exeunt all but WOLSET. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 pągines
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, 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 ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | William Howitt - 1840 - 546 pągines
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again ! The story of the ambition and greatness of Wolsey is a splendid and rare story ; but what... | |
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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,... 
