Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
There's scarce a bush.


M. William Shak-speare: His True Chronicle Historie of the Life and Death of King Lear and His Three Daughters (ed. 1608)


Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.