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Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.
Lord Byron
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No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
Lord Byron
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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Lord Byron
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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
Lord Byron
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But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
Lord Byron
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To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Lord Byron
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There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Lord Byron
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Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.
Lord Byron
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You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
Lord Byron
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The 'good old times' - all times when old are good -Are gone.
Lord Byron
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Fare thee well! and if forever,Still forever, fare thee well:Even though unforgiving, never'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
Lord Byron
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Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
Lord Byron
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Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
Lord Byron
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I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.
Lord Byron
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Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Lord Byron
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Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
Lord Byron
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The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Lord Byron
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Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
Lord Byron
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The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game.
Lord Byron
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Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.
Lord Byron
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Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main – spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Lord Byron
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I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.
Lord Byron
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Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Lord Byron
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The devil was the first democrat.
Lord Byron
