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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....
• But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly,--have they not henpeck'd you all?
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 22...
• 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....
• The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea
  And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free....
• 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....
• He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 41...
• Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 108...
• 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...
• But all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 27...