What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.