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• Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 23...
• O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 78...
• Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 39
• For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 27...
• That soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 44...
• The sky is changed,--and such a change! O night And storm and darkness!
  ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman!...
• Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 178...
• Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 42...
• O God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Prisoner of Chillon, Stanza 8...