...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 ?...

...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...

...CHAP. V. — " Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man, who hangs on princes' favours t There is between that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and our ruin, More hopes and fears, than war or women hare." — Henry the Eighth. SOME hours elapsed,...

...smiie he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin, More pungs and fears than war or women have, And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again. Enter Crom$$, Why, |-.ow now, Cromwell ? Crorn. I hive not power to speak, Sir. Wnl. What,...

...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours !...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never...

...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world ! 1 hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours !...would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never...

...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 is, betwixt that smile which we aspire to, That sweet regard of princes and our ruin, More pangs and fears than war and women...

...hide me. Vain pomp, aod glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opf.n'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours !...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What,...

...hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opcn'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours !...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,...

...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 !...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,...