Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
Lord ByronI have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Lord ByronIt is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
Lord Byron