Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.
Robert SoutheyThe history of any private family, however humble, could it be fully related for five or six generations, would illustrate the state and progress of society better than the most elaborate dissertation.
Robert SoutheyBeware of those who are homeless by choice! You have no hold on human being whose affections are without a top-root!
Robert SoutheyFrom its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile till it sleeps In its own little Lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-scurry.
Robert Southey