There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.
Lord ByronWell, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.
Lord ByronBut there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Lord ByronThe mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
Lord Byron