Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario
No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Anne arms attend bear better blood bring brother Buckingham Cade cardinal cause Charles Clarence Clifford comes crown dead death doth Duchess duke earl enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight follow Forces fortune France friends gentle give Gloster grace hand Hastings hath head hear heart heaven highness hold honour hope I'll John keep King Edward King Henry King Richard lady leave live look lord madam master means Messenger mind Murderer never noble Norfolk once peace pemantus poor pray present prince Queen Elizabeth Queen Margaret rest SCENE Senator Servant side soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Stanley stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thank thee thine thing thou thou art thought Timon tongue true unto Warwick Wolsey York young
Página 461 - 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.
Página 463 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Página 461 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 460 - 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.
Página 236 - That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ; Seeking a way, and straying from the way ; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out, — Torment myself to catch the English crown. And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. "Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry, content...
Página 463 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ,• A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.
Página 304 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Página 221 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? * O, yes, it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. * And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, * His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, * His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, * All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, * Is far beyond a prince's delicates, * His viands sparkling in a golden cup, * His body couched in a curious bed, * When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 492 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her. She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors.
Página 305 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting •gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.