 | British poets - 1824 - 676 pages
...FATE, What fates impose, that men must needs abide ; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. FAVOUR. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. 'Tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by tbe old gradation, where... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - Fore-edge painting - 1824 - 428 pages
...hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CKOMWELt. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aepéct of princes, and ÚVir ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— [Kicvnt чИ but Wolscy. Enter Cromwell, amazedJy. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1824 - 444 pages
...ye; I feel my heart new open'd : 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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | Select readings - 1824 - 300 pages
...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, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 372 pages
...ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly, Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 484 pages
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 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 33 , More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 490 pages
...hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: 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 33 , More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 488 pages
...ye; I feel my heart new open'd: 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 33 , More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never... | |
 | Thomas Storer - 1826 - 138 pages
...Henry the Eighth, Act iii. Sc. 2. • O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. P. 42. stanza 1. Danubie.~\ This is the true reading—from the cited passage in England's Parnassus.... | |
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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.— 
