 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - Страниц: 572
...rife in .A fure, and fife one, though thy Mailer mift it. Mark but my Fall, and that that ruin'd me: Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that Sin fell the Angels j how can Man then The Image of his Maker, hope to win it? Love thy felf laft, cheriih thofe Hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - Страниц: 562
...lure, and fafe one, though thy Matter mift it. Mark but my Fall, and that that ruin'd me : Crormvellt I charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that Sin fell the Angels •, how can Man then The Image of his MaLr, hope to win it? Love thy ftlf laft, cherifli thofe Hearts... | |
 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - Страниц: 474
...rife in : A fure and fafe one, tho' thy Mailer mifs'd it. Mark but my Fall, and that which ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that Sin fell the Angels ; how can Man then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win it ? Love thy felf laft, cherilh thofe Hearts... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - Страниц: 590
...thee a Way, out of this Wreck, to rife in ; A fure-and fafe one, tho' thy Matter mifs'd it. Crsrmuell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition ; By that Sin fell the Angels ; how can Man then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win by't ? Love thyfelf laft ; cherifli thofe Hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - Страниц: 466
...; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. 710 Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Страниц: 426
...rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - Страниц: 80
...rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - Страниц: 548
...rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Страниц: 408
...rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Страниц: 434
...rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by'tt Love thyself last: cherish those hearts... | |
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Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's... 
