 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 sider
...princes' favours I There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire toy That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ?... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 sider
...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, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | Noah Webster - 1809 - 202 sider
...There is, betwixt that smiie he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin, More pungs and fears than war or women have, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again. Enter Crom$$, Why, |-.ow now, Cromwell ? Crorn. I hive not power to speak, Sir. Wnl. What,... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 sider
...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...in another place, Let's dry our eyes, and thus far bear me, Cromwell, And when 1 am forgotten, as I shall be, And And sleep in dull cold marble, where... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 sider
...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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. • I And in another place, ^ • Let's dry our eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when 1 am... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 sider
...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 - 476 sider
...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,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 sider
...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. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 sider
...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. — Enter CROMWELL amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 sider
...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 to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
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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 to hope again. 
