 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 476 lehte
...rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master m.ss d .t. Mark but my fall , and that that rain 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 t? love thyself lut: cherish Apse heart, that hate thee; Corruption... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 lehte
...sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that which 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't ? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts, that hate thee... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 lehte
...in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that which 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't ? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts, that hate thee... | |
 | Thomas Janes - 1810 - 336 lehte
...wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Cromwell, I charge thee, throw away ambition; By that sin fell the angels; how can man then (The image of his Maker) hope to win by it ? Love thyself kst; cherish those hearts that wait thee;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 464 lehte
...rise in ; 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't? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 394 lehte
...in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master iniss'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't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 lehte
...rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy mauler miss'd it. Mark but my tall, 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't? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 546 lehte
...rise in ; 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't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 lehte
...sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that thatruin'd me. Crom wall, 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't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee... | |
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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... 
