 | Longinus - 1800 - 238 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 стор.
...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 storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 стор.
...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 storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 стор.
...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 storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 стор.
...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 storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 стор.
...here's the entrance. Lear. Well, I'll go in, And pass it all : I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. [Tkunder. 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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 стор.
...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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 стор.
...friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !.) O never, never, Scotia's realm desert ; A WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! How shall your houseless hends, ami unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 378 стор.
...the¥oo\.] You houseless poverty,— Nay, get thee in. I '11 pray, and then I '11 sleep. — £Fool goes in. ,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,5... | |
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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? 
