 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 sayfa
...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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. that his body shall remain... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 sayfa
...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 - 548 sayfa
...that must for ever 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'...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 sayfa
...parting kiss on the purest hand in Christendom, to Ninion Saunders' filthy wine- flasks. CHAPTER VI. " Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...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... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 sayfa
...how wretched Is that poor man | that hangs on prin'ces' favours ! | There is,* betwixt that smile he would aspire to, | That sweet aspect of princes, |...falls, \ he falls like Lucifer, | Never to hope again,. | WOLSEY S FAREWELL ADDRESS TO CROMWELL. (SHAKSPEARE.) Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear | In... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 sayfa
...how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on prince's favours ! There is betwixt that smile that we aspire to. That sweet aspect of princes, and their...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSFKARE. £i)r -ttnvrs'j of iloani ant 7;br to Ujr Dntr. THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 644 sayfa
...that 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'...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 sayfa
...that 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'...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 sayfa
...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...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 sayfa
...that 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'...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn, I have no power to speak, air. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
| |
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... 
