“When people say, 'I've told you fifty times,' They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, 'I've… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair) — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky,… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
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
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to… — 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
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A man must serve his time to every trade: Save Censure- Critics all are ready made — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Talk six times with the same single lady and you may get the wedding dress ready — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five? — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Too high for common selfishness, he could At times resign his own for others’ good, But not in pity, not because he… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster… — 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
