Lord Byron

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal though no more though fallen great!

Friendship is love without his wings!

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Let us have wine and woman mirth and laughter. Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Fare thee well! and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Let us have Wine and Women Mirth and Laughter Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Though I love my country I do not love my countrymen.

Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.

On with the dance! Let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn when Youth and Pleasure meet.

Hereditary boundsmen! Know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

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

He who surpasses or subdues mankind must look down on the hate of those below.

Christians have burned each other quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.

A little curly-headed good-for-nothing And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

I am not now That which I have been.

Society is now one polished horde Formed of two mighty tribes the Bores and Bored.

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 aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.