 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 564 pàgines
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...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 - 1839 - 592 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.— [Exeunt all but WOLSET. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | William Howitt - 1840 - 560 pàgines
...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' favours ! There...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... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1840 - 908 pàgines
...purest hand in Christendom, to Ninion Saunders' filthy wine- flasks. CHAPTER VI. " Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There...ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have." SHAKSPEARE. WE might now occupy a goodly number of our pages with the wooing of Lord Dudley, and the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 628 pàgines
...me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly6. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What! amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 pàgines
...me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly9. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. WoL What ! amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 350 pàgines
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 494 pàgines
...me. Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye : If feel my heart new open'd. O! how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on princes' favours. There...Enter CROMWELL , amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell! Crom. I have no power to speak , Sir. Wol. What! amas'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder ,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pàgines
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn, I have no power to speak, air. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 pàgines
...heart new opened. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedlií. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes?... | |
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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,... 
