 | Longinus - 1800 - 238 sayfa
...thyself, seek thy own ease ; This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more Nay, get thee in ; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 sayfa
...to ponder On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in: In, boy ; go first. — [to the Fool."] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — \_Fuol goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 sayfa
...to ponder On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in : In, boy; go 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 you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 sayfa
...ponder On things would hurt me more. — But i'll go in: • In, boy; go 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 you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 sayfa
...enter here. On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in: " In, boy; go firsts — .[To the Fool.] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes t7i. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 sayfa
...to ponder 1 On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in: In, boy; go 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 you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless... | |
 | 1806 - 408 sayfa
...own ease; Tliis tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more — but I'll go in: , In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty — Nay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll sleepPoor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 sayfa
...to ponder On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in : In, boy; go 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 you'are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 sayfa
...to ponder On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in : In, boy; go first. — [To the Fool.'] You houseless poverty, — Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. — [-Fbo/ goes in. How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides. Your loop'd and window'd raggedness,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 sayfa
...here's the entrance. Lear. Well, I'll go in, And pass it all : I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. [Thunder. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That 'bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Sustain this shock ? your raggedness... | |
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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... 
