![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=wJkNAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 482 páginas
...princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin, ' More pangs and fears than wars or women have;...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,... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=05sNAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 páginas
...favours ! . There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer ; Never to hope again. Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2. I will defpair, and be at enmity With cozening hope : he is a flatterer, A... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=3MkjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 páginas
...princes' favours There js, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.—— Enter Cnnnvell, amaxAdly* Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crun. I have no power to fpeak, fir. 30 Wil. What,... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=_rwIAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Borthwick Gilchrist - 1796 - 362 páginas
...favours ! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afp ire to, ' That fweet alp с ¿I of Princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again— Khcoiha a,e omdugee le ruhee.0. Yihee infan kee halut hy, je.og durukht aj moola,em patoif ommed ke... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=ZO8jAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 678 páginas
...that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. "Why, how now, Cromwell ? CROM. I have no power to fpeak, fir. WOL. What,... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=SQAkAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1799 - 382 páginas
...that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that finile we would afpire to, That fweet afpeft of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedfy. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wai. What,... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=XdYVAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 370 páginas
...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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amaxeJly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wd. What,... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=hvIjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 páginas
...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...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,... | |
![](https://books.google.pt/books/content?id=qfwjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 550 páginas
...hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There...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, amaz'd... | |
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