A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone… — 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
The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation - they are all better… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes; And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people. — 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
