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• Arcades ambo,"--id est, blackguards both.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 93...
• Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 61...
• The precious porcelain of human clay. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 11
• Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 12...
• And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 29...
• And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'T is that I may not weep.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 4...
• Oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue!" As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 110...
• Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 12...
• Society is now one polish'd horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xiii, Stanza 95...