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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...
• Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 117...
• He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled
  The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers....
• The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by!
  'T is long since Death had the majority....
• All tragedies are finished by death; all comedies are ended by a marriage. -- Lord Byro
• Posterity will ne'er survey A nobler grave than thi
  Here lie the bones of Castlereagh; Stop, traveler, and piss....
• Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 12...