 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 480 pągines
...princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin, ' More pangs and fears than wars or women have;...— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy fpirit wonder,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 676 pągines
...that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than..."Why, how now, Cromwell ? CROM. I have no power to fpeak, fir. WOL. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy fpirit wonder, A great man mould decline... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 pągines
...world, I 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...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pągines
...princes' favours There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our rue too. [Exeunt SCENE III. Enter, in conquest, with dmm and colours, Edmund} Crotn. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 pągines
...world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opcn'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire...again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 pągines
...I hate ye ; 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...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
...world, I 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...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 - 1819 - 646 pągines
...world, I 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...fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he lalle like Lucifer, . Never to hope again. — Enter CHOMWEI.I., antazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 544 pągines
...world, I hate 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...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... | |
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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. 
