Mel Crapo: Sounds like someone doesn't want to do his own homework.Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain!Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;I never gave you kingdom, called you children,You owe me no subscription: then, let fallYour horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man."- William Shakespeare, King Lear, 3.2.14He that has a little tiny wit,With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,Must make content with his fortunes fit,Though the rain it raineth every day."- William Shakespeare, King Lear, 3.2.74...Show more
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