 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 sayfa
...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...these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That tlion may'st shake the superflux to... | |
 | Longinus - 1800 - 238 sayfa
...give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more Nay, get thee in ; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That 'bide...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... | |
 | 1810 - 702 sayfa
...tempest, exclaims, in this animated metaphor, " Poor naked wretches ! whereao'er ye are, That hide the pelting of this pitiless storm. How shall your...window'd raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ?" SHAKSFEARE. A very different expression from either of the foregoing, viz. a softness of tone, a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 sayfa
...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 physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou may'st shake the superflux to... | |
 | 1803 - 244 sayfa
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 | 1911 - 592 sayfa
...Saintsbury quotes. Or the — to our thinking — yet more beautiful, ' Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er ye are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,...How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you In seasons such as these ? ' of Lear, where the fall of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 sayfa
...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 physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou may'st shake the superflux to... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1804 - 228 sayfa
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 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 sayfa
...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...these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physick, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel; , . That thou may'st shake the superflux... | |
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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? 
