Happy 129th birthday!
William Collins (1721–1759) was a gifted and learned poet, but had to content with unfavorable circumstances and work amid uncongenial surroundings. Melancholy was his companion, and by the time he died, he was classified as insane.
And Doom fell on Tinúviel…
A come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw, Bit A ne’er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh
This is another kind of no-bake cookie!
