 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 324 pages
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new opep'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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'dw... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pages
...glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left mo, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude...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 - 542 pages
...hide me Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ve : I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched I' that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...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 - 320 pages
...mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; ! feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is 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 - 1823 - 444 pages
...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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, anuuecUy. • Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol.... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 pages
...man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. Were I a man, a duke,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new operi'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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 - 1824 - 358 pages
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opeii'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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 - 1824 - 512 pages
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; [ feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched t« that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...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 - 1825 - 372 pages
...killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd,...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,... 
