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• Good but rarely came from good advice. -- Lord Byro
• The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xv, Stanza 13...
• There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mothe
  he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!...
• A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Dream, Stanza 3
• Anger is a relative state. -- Spock, "Wolf in the Fold," stardate 3615.4.
• When a man feels guilty about something -- something too terrible to remember -- he blots it out of his conscious memory.
  -- McCoy, "Wolf in the Fold," stardate 3614.9....
• Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 9...
• Goodnight -- Lord Byro
• The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the wate
  he poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...