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