As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?
Lord ByronI have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Lord ByronYon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!
Lord Byron