 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 480 стор.
...princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin, ' More pangs and fears than wars or women have;...— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy fpirit wonder,... | |
 | 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..."Why, how now, Cromwell ? CROM. I have no power to fpeak, fir. WOL. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy fpirit wonder, A great man mould decline... | |
 | 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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedfy. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wai. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | 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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amaxeJly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wd. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | 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'...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 стор.
...princes' favours There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our rue too. [Exeunt SCENE III. Enter, in conquest, with dmm and colours, Edmund} Crotn. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 380 стор.
...must forever 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'...to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, 7 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 5 This is the state of man; To-Jay he puts forth The... | |
 | 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'...again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 стор.
...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... | |
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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... 
