At the end of Act 4, Scene, 1, the recently-blinded Gloucester says this to Edgar, who is still disguised as Poor Tom:
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched
Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still!
Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough.
The last five lines of this excerpt in particular are a sentiment that echoes something Lear says earlier on the heath. This sentiment is: