As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation- 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands,… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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 Image
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
