The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.
Lord ByronA woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
Lord Byron