 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 sidor
...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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amaxeJly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wd. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 sidor
...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...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 - 1804 - 548 sidor
...open'd: 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...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, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 sidor
...princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 sidor
...prince*' favours ! There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL amazed!}. —Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpea!:, fir. . Wol. What,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 sidor
...must fpr ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ! I feel my hearth new open'd. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...favours ! There is , betwixt that smile he would aspire tOj That sweet aspect of princes , and his ruin , More pangs and fears than war or women have j And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 sidor
...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...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 - 1805 - 434 sidor
...favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,1 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And...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 - 1806 - 510 sidor
...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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 sidor
...opeu'd: 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...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... 
