George Gordon Noel Byron

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

'Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures;
And all are to be sold, if you consider
Their passions, and read more

'Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures;
And all are to be sold, if you consider
Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features
Are brought up, others by a warlike leader;
Some by a place--as tend their years or natures;
The most by ready cash--but all have prices,
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.