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 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, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never...  The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General ... - Page 165 by William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 345 pages Full view -
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