But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's King Cheops erected the first pyramid And largest, thinking it was just the thing… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes. — 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
