Compassion for the homeless
Poor naked wretches, whereso'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 this? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this.
William Shakespeare King Lear (Act II, scene iii)
King Lear by William Blake c 1780