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If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
Lord Byron
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Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!
Lord Byron
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Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
Lord Byron
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In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
Lord Byron
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We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
Lord Byron
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The world is a bundle of hay,Mankind are the asses that pull,Each tugs in a different way-And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Lord Byron
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It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
Lord Byron
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Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
Lord Byron
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Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
Lord Byron
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Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
Lord Byron
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Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Lord Byron
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Old man! ’tis not so difficult to die.
Lord Byron
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But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Lord Byron
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If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
Lord Byron
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For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.
Lord Byron
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She walks the waters like a thing of life,And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Lord Byron
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Hark! to the hurried question of despair: 'Where is my child?'-an echo answers, 'Where?'
Lord Byron
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Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
Lord Byron
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Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Lord Byron
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Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.
Lord Byron
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Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
Lord Byron
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I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
Lord Byron
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Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Lord Byron
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Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
Lord Byron
