1858-1935, British Poet
And must I wholly banish hence these red and golden juices, and pay my vows to Abstinence, that pallidest of Muses?
Sir William Watson – [Alcohol and Alcoholism]
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.
Sir William Watson – [Dogs]
Pain with the thousand teeth.
Sir William Watson – [Pain]
The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.
Sir William Watson – [Curiosity]