 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; [ feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched t« that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Sever to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaitdly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 372 pages
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...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, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 pages
...and now hast left me, \Veary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate...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, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pages
...must for ever hidf me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ve ; I feel my heart new ¿pen'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, enuuedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. |fo/. What,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1830 - 516 pages
...O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...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 - 1831 - 522 pages
...must for ever hiae me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women hare -, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enler Cromwell, amazedly.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 588 pages
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pages
...ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory : liiit far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — ¡ Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Croin. 1 have no power to speak, sir. Wol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. d 25 — iii. 2. 41 Prayers denied, often profitable. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own... | |
 | William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...and their ruin, More pangs and fears, than wars or woman have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. LESSON IV. THE KING IN... | |
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But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd... 
