George Gordon, Lord Byron Quotes

Indigestion is – that inward fate which makes all Styx through one small liver flow.

But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.

But here I say the Turks were much mistaken – Who, hating hogs, yet wished to save their bacon.

But oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly – have they not henpecked you all.

With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar’d by spur or rod A thousand horses-the wild-the free- Like waves that follow o’er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.

I loathe that low vice curiosity.

I’ve stood upon Achilles’ tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome.

Tis sweet to hear the watch dogs’ honest bark – Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; ‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark – Our coming and look brighter when we come.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer – In health – when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer.

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, ‘I told you so.’