“ The art of our necessities is strange, that can make vile things precious. ”
William Shakespeare, King Lear (1623). copy citation
| Author | William Shakespeare |
|---|---|
| Source | King Lear |
| Topic | hate need value |
| Date | 1623 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Written between 1603 and 1606 |
| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1128/pg1128-images.html |
Context
“Lear. My wits begin to turn.
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. fool. [Sings]
He that has and a little tiny wit- With hey, ho, the wind and the rain- Must make content with his fortunes fit,” source
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee. fool. [Sings]
He that has and a little tiny wit- With hey, ho, the wind and the rain- Must make content with his fortunes fit,” source
