 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 pągines
...; I feel my heart new opf.n'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 pągines
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL amazcdly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 pągines
...ve : I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched I' that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to That...falls, he falls like Lucifer Never to hope again. — " • As the Pope's legate. Enter CRoMWELL, amazed ly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 444 pągines
...feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ' There 1s betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, anuuecUy. • Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 320 pągines
...ye ; ! feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Vever to hope again.— [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL amazedly. \\'hy, how now, Cromwell ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pągines
...hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...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;... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 pągines
...drunken sailor on a mast; Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. 'Tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the old gradation, where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pągines
...; [ feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched t« that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Sever to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaitdly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pągines
...; I feel my heart new æpen'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours : There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, enuuedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. |fo/. What, amazM At my misfortunes... | |
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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 to hope again. 
