...must forever 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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, / Never to hope again. [III.ii.350-72] Mira tan sólo mi caída, y lo que me arruinó: Cromwell, te lo encomiendo, arroja...

...There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, 369 That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, 370 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, standing amazed. Why how now, Cromwell? CROMWELL I have no power to speak, sir. WOLSEY What, amazed...

...Wolsey's soliloquy at his fall: 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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. (Henry fill, in, ii, 366) Here 'favours' means just what 'favour' might mean in our sonnet. We have...

...puts this sentiment into Wolsey's mouth: O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favor! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars and women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Princes. Earthly princes...

...you. I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched 435 Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, 440 Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, standing amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell? CROMWELL I have no...