Birds find rest in narrow nest,
When weary of the winged quest;
Beasts find fare in woody lair,
When storm and snow are in the air.
Horses, oxen, have a home,
When from daily toil they come;
Household dogs when the wind roars
Find a home within warm doors.
Asses, swine have litter spread,
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one
Thou, O Englishman, hast none.
— SHELLEY, Masque of Anarchy, pp. 49-51
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