 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 pages
...prince*' favours ! There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL amazed!}. —Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpea!:, fir. . Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 pages
...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 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,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 pages
...aspire tOj That sweet aspect of princes , and his ruin , More pangs and fears than war or women have j And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Why , how now , Cromwell ? Crorn. I. hrve no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What amaa'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | Noah Webster - Elocution - 1804 - 232 pages
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate you ! I feel my heart now open'd. Oh ! ho<v wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt thitfmile he would afpire to. That fweet afpecT: of princes and his ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 pages
...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 to, That...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 - 434 pages
...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 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... | |
 | William Enfield - Elocution - 1805 - 456 pages
...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?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 pages
...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 to, That...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,... | |
 | English poetry - 1806 - 408 pages
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, 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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 330 pages
...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... | |
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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. 
