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ANNE archbishop attend bear better Bishop bless bring BUCKINGHAM CAMPEIUS Canterbury cardinal cause comes comfort commanded conscience court CRANMER CROMWELL dare Duke Enter Exeunt fair fall father favour fear follows further give grace GRIFFITH grow hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry highness holy honest honour hope hour king king's lady late leave live looks lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain LOVELL madam malice master mean mind never noble NORFOLK OLD LADY once pass patience peace person pity play pleasure poor PORTER pray prayers present princes QUEEN KATHARINE royal SANDS SECOND GENTLEMAN sent servant Sir Thomas soul speak stand SUFFOLK sure SURREY SURVEYOR tell thank thee There's thing thou thought tongue true truth virtue wish witness WOLSEY woman
Page lxxii - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Page lxxix - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now ? Kath.
Page lxxii - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal* I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page lxx - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page lxxix - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Page lxix - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page lxxix - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Page lii - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page lxxii - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!