 Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd. raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this...  The Plays of William Shakespeare - Seite 74von William Shakespeare - 1804Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 Seiten
...things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in. In, boy: go first. — [To the Fool.] You houseless2 poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then...shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness,3 defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1839 - 376 Seiten
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 | 1840 - 598 Seiten
...he extends his sympathy to an humbler sphere. The lines are spoken by Lear, in the midst of a storm. "Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel; That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 Seiten
...the Fool.'] You houseless ease : SCENE IV. KING LEAR. Nay, get thee in : I "11 pray, and then I '11 sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er...these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou mayst shake the superflux to them.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 Seiten
...first. — [to the Fool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in : I 'll pray, and then I 'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er...these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou mayst shake the superflux to them.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 338 Seiten
...first. — [to the Fool.'] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in : I '11 pray, and then I "11 sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er...these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 Seiten
...pray, and then I 'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches , wheresoe'er you are , That hide the pelting of this pitiless storm , How shall your...these ? O ! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Eipose thyself to feel what wretches feel , That thou may'st shake the superllux to them... | |
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