George Gordon Noel Byron

Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's read more

Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven?
Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, read more

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

For what were all these country patriots born?
To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be
Not what you seem but always what you see.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be
Not what you seem but always what you see.