 Lear. My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. — Poor fool and knave,...  A History of English Poetry - Page 131by William John Courthope - 1903Full view - About this book
 | Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1833 - 342 pages
...with haste and eagerness the road towards the Mill of Mariemont ! — CHAPTER VIII. How dost ? — Art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw,...can make vile things precious. Come ! — your hovel !— LEAR. " OPEN — open — in the name of Heaven !" cried the agitated Stanislas, after repeated... | |
 | William Cox - 1833 - 256 pages
...this affection is at least reciprocated; for Lear, even after his " wits begin to turn," exclaims— " Poor fool and knave ! I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee !" But we might pursue this subject to " the crack of doom ;" or at least, to speak more prosaically... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 pages
...even but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy....knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.5 Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With a heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — Must make... | |
 | Edward Mammatt - 1836 - 364 pages
...My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy. How dost, boy ? art cold ? I'm cold myself. Where is the straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange...things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I've one string in my heart That's sorrow yet for thee." The maniac lives an isolated being in the... | |
 | 1836 - 866 pages
...My wits begin to turn — Come on, my boy. How dost, boy ? art cold ? I'm eold myself. Where is the straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange...That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. i'oor fool and knave, I've one string in my heart That's sorrow yet for thee." The maniac lives an... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 422 pages
...they do not, I don't think their solvency would have lasted long. Constable is sorely broken down. ' Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.' His conduct hae not been what I deserved at his hand, but I believe that, walking blindfold himself,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pages
...even but now, demanding1 after you, Denied me to come in,) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn. — Come on. my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold i lam cold myself".— \Vhere is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That... | |
 | Charles Armitage Brown - 1838 - 328 pages
...have one part in my heart that's sorry yet for thee ;" and when he so feelingly addresses him with, " Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself." At that pitch of rage, " Off ! off, you lendings ! Come, unbutton here !" could we but see the Fool... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1837 - 320 pages
...no lens. — Julius Camur. How dost? Art cold t I 'm cold myself— Where is the straw, my fellow f The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. — Lear. VOL. V. TALE XVII. RESENTMENT. (') FEMALES there are of unsuspicious mind, Easy and soft,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...iii. 1 . 485 Love yourself ; and in that love, Not unconsider'd leave your honour. 25 — i. 2. 486 The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. 34 — iii. 2. 487 To be wise, and love, Exceeds man's might. 26 — iii. 2. 488 We know what we are,... | |
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