Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Lord ByronI am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.
Lord ByronMy hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.
Lord ByronAnd the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,โthe more because they preach in vain,โ Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Lord Byron