All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
Lord ByronIt is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship
Lord ByronLet us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.
Lord Byron