The devil was the first democrat
The poetry of speech.
And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!
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
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.