Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. Lord Byron calldeathlife Change image and share on social
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce. Lord Byron confoundduncelaughter Change image and share on social
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. Lord Byron feltinfinitesolitude Change image and share on social
The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch. Lord Byron alightcommonfact Change image and share on social
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. Lord Byron dustfeatherhighly Change image and share on social
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other. Lord Byron bitebodyenclose share on social
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't. Lord Byron bookpleasantprint Change image and share on social
