...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 forced me, Out of thy honest truth,...

...hate ye; I feel my heart new opeu'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. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,...

...; I feel my neart new open'd: O, how wretched •-Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours g hence, even as their coming hither : Kipeness J is all : Come on. Glo. And that our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never...

...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 our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or womtu have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never...

...himself that all is well, he boldlv perseveres till the brink of the precipice sinlis beneaiU his feet, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. The errors of genius are notorious as well as lamentable, and ever will the superficial inspector wish,...

...; I feel my heart new open'd : O , how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on Prince*' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women Jiavcj And when he falls, he falll like Lucifer, Jxevcr to Lope again. — Enter CROMWELL, am.ai.edly....

...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, 7 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 5 This is the state of man; To-Jay he puts forth The...

...smile he would aspire toy That sweet aspect 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. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ?...

...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,...

...heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,7 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 5 This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth...