The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie. Lord Byron More Quotes by Lord Byron More Quotes From Lord Byron My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then. Lord Byron break-out views mind Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Lord Byron freedom would-be blow Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave. Lord Byron apparel and-love grief Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's! Lord Byron cities law I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burden Of mortal misery. Lord Byron pain hate add It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship Lord Byron voice mind giving Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull Lord Byron stars sky beautiful Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants. Lord Byron autumn nuts sports He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly? Lord Byron judged literature earth Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels. Lord Byron wine ale sweet Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair? Lord Byron sculpture form soul Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave. Lord Byron farewell sea sky The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. Lord Byron voice heart sweet Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of luxury-- The negligence--the apathy--the evils Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing. Lord Byron luxury tyrants thinking What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman. Lord Byron strange stranger men Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?. Lord Byron wife laura thinking And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it. Lord Byron vices fishing should-have This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions. Lord Byron soul age birthday I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned. Lord Byron atheist mind believe By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there. Lord Byron brother sight heaven
