As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the… — 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
