For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Lord ByronTo withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
Lord ByronThe poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Lord Byron