 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 стор.
...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 ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 стор.
...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'...like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 стор.
...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? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 стор.
...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 > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 стор.
...that 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'...like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 стор.
...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'...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 стор.
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opcn'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...like Lucifer, Never to hope again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 стор.
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, aod glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opf.n'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 стор.
...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'...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL amazcdly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 стор.
...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'...More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And wheu he falls, he (alls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now,... | |
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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... 
