From 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 Southey (1774 - 1843)
Source: The Devil's Walk. Stanza 1.
Contributed by: Zaady
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams. The more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
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