A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new. William Watson More Quotes by William Watson More Quotes From William Watson His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate. William Watson hate dog believe Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1. William Watson justice heaven fall The after-silence, when the feast is o'er,And void the places where the minstrels stood,Differs in nought from what hath been before,And is nor ill nor good. William Watson minstrels void silence She is not old, she is not young, The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue. The haggard cheek, the hungering eye, The poisoned words that wildly fly, The famished face, the fevered hand, Who slights the worthiest in the land, Sneers at the just, contemns the brave, And blackens goodness in its grave. William Watson anger eye hands Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men. William Watson hearts songs next men