 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1850 - 710 pages
...hate ye< I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! agged notions and babblements, while they expected...knowledge ; till poverty or youthful years call them Henry rill. [Pallia f > Cowardice and Boatti'ng.'] [Falstaff, who IN represented as a monster of fat,... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 pages
...I feel my heart new opened. 2 Oh, how wretched i.. Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, „...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... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - Elocution - 1851 - 570 pages
...must forever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again ! — Cromwell, I did not think to shed a ter-r In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of... | |
 | English poetry - 1851 - 496 pages
...ye : I feel my heart now opened : 0, 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. THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 578 pages
...hate 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.— The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pages
...hate 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. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 576 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 like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CBOMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amazed... | |
 | Class-book - Poetry - 1852 - 152 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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. of jjttan. Why then, you princes, "Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; And call them shames,... | |
 | C. Gough - 1853 - 428 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. * Dooming to ruin. HINTS TO LADIES. IF you dance well, dance but seldom. If you dance ill, never dance... | |
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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. 
