 | Joseph Grove - 1748 - 474 стор.
...Wreck to rife in : A fure and fafe one, tho' thy Mailer mifs'd it. Mark but my Fall, and that which ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,...can Man then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win it ? Love thy felf laft, cherilh thofe Hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than Honefty.... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1754 - 590 стор.
...thee a Way, out of this Wreck, to rife in ; A fure-and fafe one, tho' thy Matter mifs'd it. Crsrmuell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition ; By that Sin fell...then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win by't ? Love thyfelf laft ; cherifli thofe Hearts that wait thee ; Corruption wins not more than Honefty. Still... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 466 стор.
...; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. 710 Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By...not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aim'st at,... | |
 | James Stanier Clarke, Stephen Jones, John Jones - 1799 - 714 стор.
...mind, the advice of one, who founded all t/x depths and shoals of Honour : Cromwell ! I charge thce, fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the Angels...love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thce ? Corruption wins not more than Honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle Peace, To silence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 стор.
...and for ever, shall be yours. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; bat thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play...thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee j Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 стор.
...cold marhle, where no mention Of me more must he heard of,—say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey,—that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths...not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends, thou aim'st at,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 стор.
...Wolsey-r- that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,-*Fqund thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 стор.
...lord. — The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. WoL Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my...not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aim'st at,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 стор.
...lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by'tt Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 стор.
...honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when 1 am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold...more than honesty. ' Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at,... | |
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Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. 
