superflux

Prithee , go in thyself . Seek thine own ease .
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more . But I’ll go in . —
In , boy ; go first . — You houseless poverty —
Nay , get thee in . I’ll pray , and then I’ll sleep .

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 ? O , I have ta’en
Too little care of this . Take physic , pomp .
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ,
That thou may’st shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just .