The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.
Lord ByronThere's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
Lord ByronI am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.
Lord ByronThe poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Lord Byron