For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Lord ByronNor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
Lord ByronSometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Lord Byron