George Gordon Noel Byron

I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing
trivial.

I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing
trivial.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and
true religion.

They never fail who die
In a great cause.

They never fail who die
In a great cause.

For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinion is by a wager.

For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinion is by a wager.

Farce follow'd Comedy, and reach'd her prime.
In ever-laughing Foote's fantastic time;
Mad wag! who pardon'd none, read more

Farce follow'd Comedy, and reach'd her prime.
In ever-laughing Foote's fantastic time;
Mad wag! who pardon'd none, nor spared the best,
And turn'd some very serious things to jest.
Nor church nor state escaped his public sneers,
Arms nor the gown, priests, lawyers, volunteers;
"Alas, poor Yorick!" now forever mute!
Whoever loves a laugh must sigh for Foote.
We smile, perforce, when histrionic scenes
Ape the swoln dialogue of kings and queens,
When "Chrononhotonthelogos must die,"
And Arthur struts in mimic majesty.