 | Robert W. Uphaus - 1981 - 172 Seiten
...hate ye! I feel my heart new open'd. 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. (III.ii.365-72) Then, after declaring, "The King has cur'd me, / I humbly thank his Grace" (380-81),... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 Seiten
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye. I feel my heart now open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes; favours! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. (57) Act III, Scene 2: Wolsey has just spoken with his faithful follower and pupil, Cromwell, who now... | |
 | Suzy Platt - 1992 - 550 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. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Henry VIII, act III, scene ii, lines 350-72. Cardinal Wolsey is speaking about... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1214 Seiten
...PUBLILIUS SYRUS (1st century BC). Roman writer of mimes. Sententiae, no. 470. 7 О how wretched Is o ( q NG~猌+ U WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616), English dramatist, poet. Cardinal Wolsey, in Henry VIII, acl 3, sc.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 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. 42 0 mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk... | |
 | William J. Bausch - 1999 - 324 Seiten
...hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd. 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. — Shakespeare, Henry VIII O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, / Never to hope again. [III.ii.350-72] Mira tan sólo mi caída, y lo que me arruinó: Cromwell, te lo encomiendo, arroja... | |
 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 256 Seiten
...fall: 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. (Henry fill, in, ii, 366) Here 'favours' means just what 'favour' might mean in our sonnet. We have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 355 Seiten
...you. I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched 435 Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, 440 Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, standing amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell? CROMWELL I have no... | |
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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,... 
