 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 588 Seiten
...hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 Seiten
...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' favours. There...{Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 Seiten
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye< I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is rning, mocked and deluded all this while with ragged...knowledge ; till poverty or youthful years call them Henry rill. [Pallia f > Cowardice and Boatti'ng.'] [Falstaff, who IN represented as a monster of fat,... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 Seiten
...Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened. 2 Oh, how wretched i.. Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 588 Seiten
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, Tha't...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his body shall remain in prison at the king's pleasure.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 614 Seiten
...that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, Th:1t sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs...again.— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 578 Seiten
...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' favours There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 Seiten
...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' favours! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries;... | |
 | 1851 - 496 Seiten
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart now opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 670 Seiten
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. 0, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder, A... | |
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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,... 
