But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,-- Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel - Lord Byron
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
- Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. - Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive. - Lord Byron
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
A drop of ink may make a million think. - Lord Byron
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave? - Lord Byron
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. - Lord Byron
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented. - Lord Byron
A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. - Lord Byron
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty. - Lord Byron
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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