So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your… — Lord Byron Copy Share
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her… — Lord Byron Copy Share
“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.” — Lord Byron Copy Share
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share
Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate. — Lord Byron Copy Share
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share
It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real… — Lord Byron Copy Share
I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since… — Lord Byron Copy Share
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness… — Lord Byron Copy Share
