 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 pàgines
...tear In all my miseries ; bat thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And,...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee j Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 pàgines
...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...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And,...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 pàgines
...tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And,...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 pàgines
...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...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't \ Love thyself last : " cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 pàgines
...cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of,—say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey,—that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts, that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 pàgines
...out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fair, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee,...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 - 1811 - 464 pàgines
...tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And,...can man then. The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more thau honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 pàgines
...tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And,...can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
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And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee, Say, 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 ;... 
