It is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
Robert SoutheyFrom his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.
Robert SoutheyThat charity is bad which takes from independence its proper pride, from mendicity its salutary shame.
Robert Southey