 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 562 стор.
...Crom. How does your Grace? mi. Why, well; ' Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell, , I know my felf now, 'and I feel within me A Peace above all Earthly...ftill and quiet Confcience. The King has cur'd me, t humbly thank his Grace; and from thefe Shoulders This ruin'd Pillar, out of pity, taken A load would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 572 стор.
...indeed. Crom. How does your Grace? W»U Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell, I know my felf now, and I feel within me A Peace above all Earthly Dignities, A ftilJ and quiet Confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and from theie Shoulders... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1732 - 106 стор.
...Cram. How does yonr Grace \ Wei. Why, well. Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know my felf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities ; A mil and quiet confidence. The King has CMr'd me> I humbly thank his Grace ; and from thefe fhoulders,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 стор.
...Cram. How does your Grace ? Wei Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. . . I know my felf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly...ftill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace -, and from thefe fhoulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 стор.
...indeed. Cram. How does your Grace ? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly...ftill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace ; and, from thefe moulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 стор.
...honour, 0 'tis fo iwcct, they'll lick it till all burft. •. , Mar lot's LuJFs Dominion, 1 know myfelf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly...ftill and quiet confcience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from thefe fbouklei i, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity ta'en A load... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 стор.
...Crota. How does yo G race i ' Wol. Why, well ; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly...ftill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace ; and, from thefe moulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 стор.
...Crom. How does your Grace ? Wolf. Why, well ; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now, and I feel within me A Peace above all earthly Dignities ; A ftill and quiet Confidence. The King has cur'd me, I humb'y thank his Grace, and, from thelc Shoulders, Thcfe ruin'd... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 стор.
...Crom. How does your Grace ? Wolf. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now, and I feel within me A Peace above all earthly...ftill and quiet Confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace, and, from thefe Shoulders, Thefe ruin'd Pillars, out of Pity taken A Load... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 стор.
...Croat. How does your Grace ? Wai. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myfelf now., and I feel within me A peace above all earthly...ftill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and, from thefe fboulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load... | |
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Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. 
