But all was false and hollow; though his tongue

Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear

The better reason, to perplex and dash

Maturest counsels.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 112.

'T was when the sea was roaring

With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd.

John Gay (1688-1732): The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8.

In hollow murmurs died away.

William Collins (1720-1756): The Passions. Line 68.

While the hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea.

Allan Cunningham (1785-1842): A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,

A living-dead man.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.