Quote #47
They never fail who die In a great cause.
More from Lord Byron
- Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
- I'll publish right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
- I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
- 'Tis pleasure, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
- Seek out - less often sought than found - A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy Ground, And take thy Rest.
- A man must serve his time to every trade Save censure-critics are ready-made.
- My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm - the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
- With just enough of learning to misquote.