 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 str.
...smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his min, Mors pangs and fears than war 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 At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 542 str.
...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...falls, he falls like Lucifer Never to hope again. — " • As the Pope's legate. Enter CRoMWELL, amazed ly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 526 str.
...! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin 9, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer1, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMTFELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? CROM. I have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 444 str.
...favours ' There 1s 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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, anuuecUy. • Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 str.
...smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears 'than war or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. ' [Enter Cromwell. Why, how now, Cromwell '! Crom. 1 have no power to speak, Sir. ; Wol. What, amaz'd . At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 320 str.
...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, Vever to hope again.— [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL amazedly. \\'hy, how now, Cromwell ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 358 str.
...favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspe'ct of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What, amaz'cl At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 str.
...!• 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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 444 str.
...favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to. That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes ?... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 str.
...deep. 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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. 'Tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the old gradation, where... | |
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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... 
