William Watson quotes
And must I wholly banish hence these red and golden juices, and pay my vows to Abstinence, that pallidest of Muses?
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes - cats - I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, mine eyes the tail that wagg'd contempt at Fate.
Pain with the thousand teeth.
The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.