Always mistrust a subordinate who never finds fault with his superior.
– William Collins
Bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!
– William Collins
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
– William Collins
By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
– William Collins
Faints the cold work till thou inspire the whole.
– William Collins
Hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires.
– William Collins
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest!
– William Collins
In hollow murmurs died away.
– William Collins
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
– William Collins
O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
– William Collins
With eyes up-rais'd, as one inspir'd, Pale Melancholy sate retir'd, And from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.
– William Collins
Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing.
– William Collins
I think humor is a very serious thing. I use it as a way of weakening the reader's defenses so that I can more easily take him to something more.