Quotes
Quotes - Lord Byron
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,--
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
That soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.
And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.
They never fail who die
In a great cause.
Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.
I loved my country, and I hated him.
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties--give me a cigar!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,
Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!
But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly,--have they not henpeck'd you all?
The languages, especially the dead,
The sciences, and most of all the abstruse,
The arts, at least all such as could be said
To be the most remote from common use.
Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home;
'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Sweet is revenge--especially to women.
And truant husband should return, and say,
"My dear, I was the first who came away."
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart;
'T is woman's whole existence.
In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice
I think I must take up with avarice.
