If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
Lord ByronI depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Lord ByronDo proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.
Lord Byron