“Not all his men may sever this,
It yields to friends', not monarchs', calls;
My whinstone house my castle is—
I have my own four walls.”

— Thomas Carlyle

“My Own Four Walls” (c. 1825)
1820s

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Scottish philosopher, satirical writer, essayist, historian… 1795–1881

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“Not all his men may sever this, It yields to friends', not monarchs', calls;My whinstone house my castle is— I have my own four walls.”

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“Not all his men may sever this,
It yields to friends', not monarchs', calls;
My whinstone house my castle is—
I have my own four walls.”