Saturday, April 26, 2014

Shakespeare, the Hydrologic Cycle, & Flood Stage

Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:

Act II, Scene I
A Midsummer's Night Dream
William Shakespeare

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?
King Lear, 3.4.28