Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
Lord ByronI am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.
Lord ByronOh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.
Lord Byron