 | Noah Webster - 1809 - 202 pages
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate you ; I feel my heart now opened. Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smiie he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin, More pungs and fears than war... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 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, Never... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 pages
...ye ; 1 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, Never... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 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, 1 did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 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 - 1811 - 476 pages
...ye; I feel my heart new opcn'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, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 pages
...; I feel my heart new opf.n'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, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 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,2 More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 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 amazcdly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Capel Lofft - 1812 - 544 pages
...O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hang* on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of Princes, and...than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls likfi Lucifer, Never to hope again. 256. CONSCIENCE. A still and quiet conscience is a peace Above... | |
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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. 
