 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 pàgines
...honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master iniss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell,...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 - 1811 - 476 pàgines
...out oí his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy mauler miss'd it. Mark but my tall, 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 ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 324 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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 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 hat« thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 636 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 - 1823 - 444 pàgines
...— Found thee. a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master mlss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell,...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 - 1824 - 358 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.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 444 pàgines
...I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, 1 taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways...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, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 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 Corruption wins not more than honesty. [thee;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 648 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 ;... 
