Maxioms by George Gordon Byron
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he read more
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! - Destruction of Sennacherib, The.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor read more
To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain. - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 1818.
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his read more
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
