But the sound of water escaping from mill-dams, &c., willows, old rotten planks, slimy posts, and brickwork, I love such things. Shakespeare could make everything poetical; he tells us of poor Tom's haunts among "sheep cotes and mills." As long as I do paint, I shall never cease to paint such places. They have always been my delight.

Letter to Rev. John Fisher (23 October 1821), from John Constable's Correspondence, part 6, pp. 76-78 - from Letters