I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.
Lord ByronYears steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Lord ByronI cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
Lord Byron