Wednesday, July 03, 2013

Shakespeare, 3rd July

                           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 to hope again.

King Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.

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