 | 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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What,... | |
 | 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'...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, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 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,2 More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | 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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL amazcdly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Capel Lofft - 1812 - 544 стор.
...O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hang* on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of Princes, and...than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls likfi Lucifer, Never to hope again. 256. CONSCIENCE. A still and quiet conscience is a peace Above... | |
 | 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 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,9 More pangs and fears than wars or women have j And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,1 Never... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 стор.
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 war and women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 368 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,... | |
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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... 
