Lines for a winter storm

"King Lear and the Fool in the Storm" by William Dyce (1806–1864), by way of wikipedia.

These lines from King Lear have shown up here before, but they seem to fit for more than one reason during a winter storm in a bad recession:

Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

Best wishes for staying warm and dry!