 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 pagina’s
...smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,1 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he 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 - 1805 - 408 pagina’s
...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, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1805 - 456 pagina’s
...would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and his ruin, MortPffengs and fears than war or womeo have; And' when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. f Why, how now, Cromweli? . " CROM. I have no pow'r to fpeak, Sir. WOL. What! amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | 1806 - 408 pagina’s
...that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPKECH to CROMTVELL* (SHAKESPEARE.) CRQMWELI, I did not think to shed a tear "In... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 pagina’s
...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, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | 1806 - 330 pagina’s
...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, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 pagina’s
...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} Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crotn. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 pagina’s
...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, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 pagina’s
...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.... | |
 | 1807 - 788 pagina’s
...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,... | |
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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 to hope again. 
