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,