 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...  Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear - Page 410by William Shakespeare - 1811Full view - About this book
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pages
...bereave. 106. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm 1 How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your...window'd raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ? Oh, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pages
...Fool.] You housele«i poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then J'll sleep, — [Fool goes in, 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... | |
 | Sir John Robert Seeley, William Young (of the City of London School), Ernest Abraham Hart - 1851 - 170 pages
...better, of thinking and feeling. The sentiment is exactly the same in the collateral passage:— Lear. " 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 - 1851 - 586 pages
...FOOL]. You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [FOOL goes in. 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 mayst shake the superflux to them,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 462 pages
...enough. KL Iv. 1. If sorrow can admit society Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine. R.HI. iv. 4. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? 0, 1 have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches... | |
 | Marshall Berman - 1999 - 300 pages
...right now. When he was in power he never noticed, but now he stretches his vision to take them in: Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...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!... | |
 | Robert G. Waldron - 1999 - 100 pages
...Christian in its philosophy. Lear finally realizes that he was not a good king, or more simply, a good man: Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care... | |
 | Alexander Welsh - 2000 - 252 pages
...had offered for Dickens 's taking, in the heath scenes of King Lear: Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...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!... | |
 | Kodŭng Kwahagwŏn (Korea). International Conference, Kenji Fukaya - 2001 - 940 pages
...Lear's wits begin to turn, and with this turning comes a new view: Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...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,... | |
 | Frederick Buechner - 2009 - 178 pages
...also, in a sense, to himself: Poor, naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting ofthù pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta' en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That... | |
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