 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pagine
...smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars conquest, with dmm and colours, Edmund} amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crotn. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pagine
...would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or womtu have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter t'romîïell, amaiedli/. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cr.-wi. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | 1807 - 788 pagine
...himself that all is well, he boldlv perseveres till the brink of the precipice sinlis beneaiU his feet, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. The errors of genius are notorious as well as lamentable, and ever will the superficial inspector wish,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 pagine
...that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire toy That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ?... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 pagine
...smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,...again. — Enter CROMWELL. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder,... | |
 | Noah Webster - 1809 - 202 pagine
...There is, betwixt that smiie he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin, More pungs and fears than war or women have, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again. Enter Crom$$, Why, |-.ow now, Cromwell ? Crorn. I hive not power to speak, Sir. Wnl. What,... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 pagine
...princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. • I And in another place, ^ • Let's dry our eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when 1 am... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 pagine
...princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. And in another place, Let's dry our eyes, and thus far bear me, Cromwell, And when 1 am forgotten,... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 pagine
...aspire to, That sweet regard of princes and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war and women know ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Cromwell, 1 did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 pagine
...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. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
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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, Never... 
