Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. – Lord Byron
Though sages may pour out their wisdoms treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure. – Lord Byron
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. – Lord Byron
Though sages may pour out their wisdoms treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure. – Lord Byron
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from lifes page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. – Lord Byron
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. – Lord Byron