 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 psl.
...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 storm, How...pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That tlion may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. \mthin J\ Fathom and... | |
 | Longinus - 1800 - 238 psl.
...me more Nay, get thee in ; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That 'bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 storm, How...superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. [Within."] Fathom and half, fathom and half ! Poor Tom ! [The Fool runs out from the Hacfl. Fool. Come... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 psl.
...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 storm, How...superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg, [within.'] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! [The Fool runs, out from the hovel. Fool. Come... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 psl.
...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 storm, How...them, And show the heavens more just. , . • Edg. [With\n^] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! [The Fool rum out from the Hovel. Fool. Come... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 psl.
...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 storm, How...superflux to them, And show the heavens more just. Edg. [fVlthin.] Fathom and half, fathom and " half! Poor Tom! [The Fool runs out from the Hovel. Fool. Come... | |
 | E. H. Seymour - 1805 - 454 psl.
...nature." A passage much resembling this we find in King Lear: " Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er ye are, " That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ; " How...houseless heads and unfed sides, " Your loop'd and window 'd raggedness defend you " 'Gainst seasons such as this." 159. " Thou flatter 'st misery." This... | |
 | 1806 - 408 psl.
...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...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 superfiux to them,... | |
 | Alexander Fraser Tytler (lord Woodhouselee.) - 1807 - 464 psl.
...then I'll sleep. " Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, " That bide the pelting of this pityless storm ! " How shall your houseless heads, and unfed...— 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... | |
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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 ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this... 
