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• The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
  . . . . . Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set....
• Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead!
  Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae....
• Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep
  There, swan-like, let me sing and die....
• Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 108...
• And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 117...
• Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 61...
• In her first passion woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 3...
• Sweet is revenge--especially to women. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 124
• Brave men were living before Agamemnon. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 5