Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
Lord ByronTo what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!
Lord ByronHe learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.
Lord Byron