 | 1856 - 518 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, —...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. 24. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S ADDRESS TO CROMWELL. Let's dry our eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 pàgines
...and glory of this world, I hate ye. 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. Act iii. Sc. 2. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be just, and... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 pàgines
...open'd: 0, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile ho would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, A Never to hope again.— v^f. Enter Cromuxlt, amastttiy. "Why, how now, Cromwell 3 Crom. 1 have no... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 pàgines
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...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... | |
 | Robert Aspland - 1857 - 802 pàgines
...and Davison after him. ' Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! 1 feel my heart new opened. 0 how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.' " Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1857 - 692 pàgines
...glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 0 ! how wretched Is that poor man, who hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSPEARE. TO BE TRANSLATED INTO LATIN PROSE. The human mind is of a very imitative nature : nor is... | |
 | Edmund Hamilton Sears - 1857 - 468 pàgines
...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." Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 pàgines
...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 ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 pàgines
...heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of...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 Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 pàgines
...: 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 ! SHYLOCK. (From the Merchant of Venice.} Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have... | |
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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,... 
