 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 str.
...afpire to, That fweet 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. Enter Cromwell, Jlanding amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell! Cram. I have no Power to fpeak, Sir. Wolf.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 428 str.
...of King Hir.ry VIII. p. 909, There 5s, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft-of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, funding amasfd. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, Sir. ' #V.,What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 500 str.
...that hangs on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have ; •* — Nips his root ;] As fpring Jttorti<veastt>t{\r&-bdrn bloom frofts are not injurious to the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 304 str.
...betwixt that fmile we would alpire to, ' Thai fweet afpeci of princes, and our rinn," More pangs arid fears than war or women have; And when he falls, he -falls like Lucifer, Kever to hope again. Enter Cromwell, flanding amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell ? '-' Crom. I have no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 420 str.
...that hangs on Princes favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have j. ; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, ftanding amcaf'di... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 426 str.
...that hangs on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, jlanding amaz'd. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, Sir. Wol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 374 str.
...princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that finile he would afpire to, That fweet afpecS of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have;...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, ftanding amaz'd. . Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. 1 have no power to fpeak, Sir. Wol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 372 str.
...princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile he would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, jlanding amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, Sir. . ,,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 424 str.
...that hangs on Princes favours I There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, ftanding amaz'd. Why how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, Sir. Wai.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 480 str.
...fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect 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, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn. I have no power to fpeak, fir. 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. 
