Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment. Lord Byron findings merit literature But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on. Lord Byron holiday food kids When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - Lord Byron kissing blood past Jealousy dislikes the world to know it. Lord Byron envy jealousy world Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills. Lord Byron climax bills humans Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country. Lord Byron spain laughing country And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter. Lord Byron wrinkles democrat Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime! Lord Byron turtles land love So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. Lord Byron greed vices thinking Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls. Lord Byron champagne pearls white Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love. Lord Byron grove love-is heaven I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited. Lord Byron excited gambling people I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual. Lord Byron detest mutual I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream. Lord Byron grief dream believe He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery. Lord Byron fencing riding art My native land, good night! Lord Byron native good-night land The poetry of speech. Lord Byron speech poetry Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them. Lord Byron misanthrope call-me hate 'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted. Lord Byron sky philosophy thinking It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time. Lord Byron agitation time giving