 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 страници
...will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in : In. b°y ! g° first.— [To the Fool.] You houseless poverty,—...houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggednoss, defend you From seasons such as these ? 0, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 страници
...Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease : This tempest will not give me leave to ponder peare wheresoe'cr you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads,... | |
 | 1847 - 526 страници
...could beguile My soul from its safety, with witchery's smile. MRS. OSGOOD. INDIGENCE — POVERTY. 1. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? SHAKSPEARE. 2. Famine is in thy cheeks ; Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes ; Upon thy back... | |
 | 1847 - 540 страници
...could beguile My soul from its safety, with witchery's smile. MRS. OSGOOD. INDIGENCE — POVERTY. 1. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? SHAKSPEAKE. 2. Famine is in thy cheeks; Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes ; Upon thy back... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1847 - 516 страници
...I'll go in; Kent. Good, my lord, enter here. » Nay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep— Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness defend you In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty From seasons such as these 1 OI have ta'en Too little care... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 страници
...Kent. Good my lord, enter here. poverty,— . • Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.— Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, 3 defend you From seasons such as these ? 0, I have ta'en Too little... | |
 | William Beattie - 1849 - 480 страници
...Common on the bitterest day, with nankeen pantaloons — " Poor naked wretches, whcresoe'er ye be, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How...window'd raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ? " — So, I dare say, you thought with me on the dismal Friday ! The reflection was unhappily too... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 страници
...[To thefool.] You houseless poverty, Nay, get thee in ; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. [Fool yoes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That...shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides. Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? Oil have ta'en Too little care... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 страници
...here. Lear. Tr'ythee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease: This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. — But I'll go in....shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? 0, I have ta'en Too little... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 страници
...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 ? 0, I have ta'en Too little... | |
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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? 
