Lord Byron

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

I love not man the less but nature more.

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.

Soprano basso even the contralto Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

And after all what is a lie? Tis but The truth in masquerade.

He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart 'Tis woman's whole existence.

A mighty mass of brick and smoke and shipping Dirty and dusty but as wide as eye Could reach with here and there a sail just skipping In sight then lost amidst the forestry Of masts a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy A huge dun cupola like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.

I am never long even in the society of her I love without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

When we think we lead we most are led.

A long long kiss a kiss of youth and love.

Come lay thy head upon my breast And I will kiss thee into rest.

Admire exult despise laugh weep - for here There is such matter for all feelings: - Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

History is the devil's scripture.

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell.

Maid of Athens ere we part Give oh give me back my heart!

All who would win joy must share it happiness was born a twin.