This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. – Lord Byron
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. – Lord Byron
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. – Lord Byron
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. – Lord Byron
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness. – Lord Byron