I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Lord ByronAbove or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
Lord ByronThere is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth
Lord Byron