 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 páginas
...mercy Of a rude ftream, that mult for ever hide me. Vain pomp, arjd glory of this world, I hate ye 5 I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that...hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 páginas
...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,...falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 548 páginas
...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,...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 80 páginas
...; 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,...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 Shakespeare - 1803 - 384 páginas
...me ; and now has left me, "Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world,...: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on prince*' favours ! There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 páginas
...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,...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 434 páginas
...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,...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 Shakespeare - 1806 - 510 páginas
...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,...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | 1806 - 330 páginas
...me ; and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the misery Of a rude stream, which must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I...on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile which w£ aspire to, That sweet regard of princes and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war and women... | |
 | 1806 - 408 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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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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, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... 
