And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash he guilt away?
The Vicar of Wakefield.
Oliver Goldsmith 1728 - 1774.
A little hobby of mine; which gives me a strange feeling of satisfaction; mainly upon discovery. Displaced from their original context I would imagine they seem obscure. Much of the revelevance of the quote and the significance of the use of the word folly is lost. Yet still I persist; and this blog provides me with a means of storage and arrangement.
Above text taken from the blurb on the back cover of Follies Grottoes and Garden Buildings by Headley and Meulenkamp, Aurem Press, 1999