Maxioms by Lord Byron
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Anon -Lord Byron.
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Anon -Lord Byron.
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
The dew of compassion is a tear.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
