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Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.
Lord Byron
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To have joy, one must share it.
Lord Byron
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Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
Lord Byron
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Let joy be unconfined.
Lord Byron
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And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!
Lord Byron
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Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipeWhen tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caressMore dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by farThy naked beauties-give me a cigar!
Lord Byron
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By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
Lord Byron
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There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.
Lord Byron
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On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.
Lord Byron
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He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
Lord Byron
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Damn description, it is always disgusting.
Lord Byron
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I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron
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Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end.
Lord Byron
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War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
Lord Byron
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Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Lord Byron
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My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
Lord Byron
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What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
Lord Byron
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Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
Lord Byron
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I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.
Lord Byron
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But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.
Lord Byron
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Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.
Lord Byron
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What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?
Lord Byron
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America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Lord Byron
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Sweet is revenge-especially to women.
Lord Byron
