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...bellyfull ! 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, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ;§ why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd...

...bellyfull ! Sjiit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me.no subscription ;§ why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor,...

...full! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old...

...full ! spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindness ; I never gave you kingdom,...call'd you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised...

...moments, not by years And hours — all tortured into ages— -hours - - • Which I outlive ! — Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhehning, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict;...

...! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, ye elements, with unkindncss ; . I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then lei fill Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave ; A poor, infirm, weak, and despised...