 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 стор.
...that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. "Why, how now, Cromwell ? CROM. I have no power to fpeak, fir. WOL. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 стор.
...that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that finile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedfy. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wai. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 стор.
...that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amaxeJly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wd. What,... | |
 | 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'...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 - 1804 - 548 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'...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, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 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'...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | 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'...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 - 1805 - 434 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'...aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,1 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | 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'...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 - 408 стор.
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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,... | |
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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... 
