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More Quotes by Lord Byron
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
Life is too short for chess.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.