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 Southern literary messenger - Page 5761855Full view - About this book
 | Anthony Esler - 1966 - 300 pages
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