King Lear (Folger Shakespeare Library)

by William Shakespeare

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are, 32 That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, 33 How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, 34 Your looped and windowed raggedness defend 35 you 36 From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’en 37 Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp. 38 Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, 39 That thou may’st shake the superflux to them 40 And show the heavens more just. 41

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