Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.