'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
Lord ByronI love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South
Lord ByronWhat want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?
Lord ByronAre we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses - that man your navy, and recruit your army - that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.
Lord Byron