 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,...  A physician's tale - Стр. 320авторы: Heberden Milford - 1854Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Страниц: 434
...favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,1 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 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 Enfield - 1805 - Страниц: 456
...would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and his ruin, MortPffengs and fears than war or womeo have; And' when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. f Why, how now, Cromweli? . " CROM. I have no pow'r to fpeak, Sir. WOL. What! amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - Страниц: 510
...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 > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | 1806 - Страниц: 408
...smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPKECH to CROMTVELL* (SHAKESPEARE.) CRQMWELI, I did not think to shed a tear "In... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - Страниц: 472
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opeu'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 ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - Страниц: 584
...princes' favours There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our rue too. [Exeunt SCENE III. Enter, in conquest, with dmm and colours, Edmund} Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crotn. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - Страниц: 562
...would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or womtu have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter t'romîïell, amaiedli/. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cr.-wi. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 454
...princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - Страниц: 434
...smile he would aspire toy That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ?... | |
 | Noah Webster - 1809 - Страниц: 202
...smiie he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin, More pungs and fears than war or women have, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again. Enter Crom$$, Why, |-.ow now, Cromwell ? Crorn. I hive not power to speak, Sir. Wnl. What,... | |
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