 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 pages
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny wiit — Wiih heigh, ho, ike wind and the rain, — Must make content... | |
 | William Russell - 1855 - 310 pages
...Sublimity:—" Bowndless, ewdless, and sublime !" Self-reproach:—" 0 fool! fool! fool!" Commiseration:—" Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thec.i" Imprecation: " Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness ! You nimble lightnings,... | |
 | Henry Reed - Great Britain - 1856 - 484 pages
...his master's miseries. Lear's affection for his devoted favourite grows deeper and more sensitive : "Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee." His pity for the fool's exposure to the storm and cold, shows a self-forgetfulness which is a new element... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 pages
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart . That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — Must make content... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 pages
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee '. Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — [Sings. With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — Must... | |
 | William Russell - 1858 - 312 pages
...—" Bozmdless, endless, and sublime !" Self-reproach: —" O fool! fool! fool!" Commiseration:—" Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.'" Imprecation: " Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness ! You nimble lightnings, dart... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 pages
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain. Must make content with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - English drama - 1864 - 648 pages
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel ! Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has and a little tiny wit — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain — Must make content... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - Readers - 1864 - 498 pages
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny wit, — With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain, — Must make content... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 168 pages
...fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, And can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.— Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. Fool. He that has and a little tiny wit 6 — [Singing. With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain— Must... | |
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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, I have one part... 
