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

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

Eternity forbids thee to forget.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.