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• Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 68...
• When all of genius which can perish dies.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 22...
• Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 74...
• The lot of man,--to suffer and to die.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 117...
• And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 117...
• Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• I die,--but first I have possess'd, And come what may, I have been bless'd.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Giaour, Line 1114...
• Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• Man accepts death but not the hour of his death. To die any time, except when one has to die!
  -- E.M. Ciora...