Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
Lord ByronYour thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.
Lord ByronAncient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
Lord Byron