 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 484
...must for ever 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'...aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin 33, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 648
...hate ye ; 1 of a prsemunire,] It is almost unnecessary to observe that I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, Q More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 490
...must for ever 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'...aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin33, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1826 - Страниц: 530
...must for ever 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'...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - Страниц: 542
...for ever hidf me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ve ; I feel my heart new ¿pen'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 - Страниц: 516
...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 - 1831 - Страниц: 522
...must for ever hiae me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women hare -, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enler Cromwell, amazedly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - Страниц: 588
...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 - Страниц: 484
...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 - 1838 - Страниц: 522
...must for ever 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'...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.... | |
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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, Never... 
