That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,