The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
Lord ByronThink you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
Lord ByronLike other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
Lord Byron