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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. "
The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader - Page 267
by James Stuart Laurie - 1863
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Shakespeare's King Henry the eighth, a historical play, revised ..., Volume 226

William Shakespeare - 1804
...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,...
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The speaker, or Miscellaneous pieces, selected from the best English writers ...

William Enfield - 1804
...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...
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An American Selection of Lessons in Reading and Speaking: Calculated to ...

Noah Webster - Elocution - 1804 - 225 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...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the ..., Volume 7

William Shakespeare - 1805
...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,...
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The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the ..., Volume 7

William Shakespeare - 1805
...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...
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The Speaker, Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English ...

William Enfield - Elocution - 1805 - 394 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?...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 9

William Shakespeare - 1806
...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,...
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The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry ...

English poetry - 1806 - 380 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,...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

Poetry - 1806 - 304 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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The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson ..., Volume 4

William Shakespeare - 1807
...hate ye; I feel my heart new opeu'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,...
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