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...could beguile My soul from its safety, with witchery's smile. MRS. OSGOOD. INDIGENCE — POVERTY. 1. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? SHAKSPEAKE. 2. Famine is in thy cheeks; Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes ; Upon thy back...

...could beguile My soul from its safety, with witchery's smile. MRS. OSGOOD. INDIGENCE — POVERTY. 1. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? SHAKSPEARE. 2. Famine is in thy cheeks ; Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes ; Upon thy back...

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...I'll go in; Kent. Good, my lord, enter here. » Nay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep— Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide...sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness defend you In, boy, go first. You houseless poverty From seasons such as these 1 OI have ta'en Too little care...

...[To the Fool.] You houseless poverty,— Nay, get thee in. Ill pray, and then I'll sleep. — [Fool goes in. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,...houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggednoss, defend you From seasons such as these ? 0, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take...

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...Common on the bitterest day, with nankeen pantaloons — " Poor naked wretches, whcresoe'er ye be, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How...window'd raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ? " — So, I dare say, you thought with me on the dismal Friday ! The reflection was unhappily too...