And must I wholly banish hence these red and golden juices, and pay my vows to Abstinence, that pallidest of Muses?
– William Watson
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
– William Watson
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
– William Watson
Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
– William Watson
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.
– William Watson
Pain with the thousand teeth.
– William Watson
Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.
– William Watson
The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.
– William Watson
We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.
– William Watson
Who honor in thee only what is best.
– William Watson
Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.