George Gordon Noel Byron

A lady with her daughters or her nieces,
Shines like a guinea and seven shilling pieces.

A lady with her daughters or her nieces,
Shines like a guinea and seven shilling pieces.

I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies!
If captains the remark, or critics, make,
Why they read more

I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies!
If captains the remark, or critics, make,
Why they lie also--under a mistake.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted--they have torn me--and I bleed!
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The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted--they have torn me--and I bleed!
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.