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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
There is music in all things, if men had ears.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
