 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 140 pągines
...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.— {Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 pągines
...wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours 1 There is, betwixt that smile we would a*pire mother's dressing ; but they after search saying they...tha't your mother's nose stnndeth somewhat awry!' — Htnry vm. [Falitufs Cowardice awl Borutiny."] [Talst-iff. who Is represented aa ft monster of fat.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 pągines
...Like little wanton boyp, that swim on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory ; But far hcyoml my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Henry rill. [Pallia f > Cowardice and Boatti'ng.'] [Falstaff, who IN represented as a monster of fat,... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 pągines
...t Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened. 2 Oh, how wretched i.. Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 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, Tha't...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 612 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 - 708 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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,... | |
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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,... 
