It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its… — 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
