But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game. — 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
