LEAR Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow, You cataracts and hurricanoes2, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drown the cocks3! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires4, Vaunt-couriers5 of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o’th’world! Crack nature’s moulds, all germens8 spill at once That makes ingrateful man!
