He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.
Lord ByronMy slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.
Lord Byron