 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 648 páginas
...pomp, and glory of this world, I 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...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 - 1827 - 658 páginas
...a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now hast left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 páginas
...But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now hast left me, \Veary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream,...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 páginas
...must 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'...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, enuuedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. |fo/. What, amazM At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 páginas
...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 - 588 páginas
...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, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his body shall remain... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 páginas
...and now has left me. Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate...Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Croin. 1 have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, omaz'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, ,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 páginas
...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 Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...and their ruin, More pangs and fears, than wars or woman have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. LESSON IV. THE KING IN... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 804 páginas
...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'...aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and tears than wars or women ha«; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter... | |
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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... 
