Quote #106
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
More from Lord Byron
- For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.
- His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain: He was a lover of the good old school, Who still be…
- Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
- Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
- For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.
- I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, Wit…
- So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.
- Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.