[swamprebel]

“Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?” ~ King Lear, 3.4.28

[PUGACHEV]

Ha, ha, I enjoyed that!

"Get thee glass eyes;/ And like a scurvy politician, seem,/ To see the things thou dost not." - King Lear, Act 4, Scene VI