WIST

Who would be free themselves must strike the blow.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“Childe Harold

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“Don Juan,” canto i, stanza 83 (1819)

All tragedies are finish’d by a death,
All comedies are ended by a marriage;
The future states of both are left to faith.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“Don Juan,” canto iii, stanza 9 (1820)

And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
‘Tis that I may not weep.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“Don Juan,” canto iv, stanza 4 (1820)

I wish men to be free
As much from mobs as kings — from you as me.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“Don Juan,” canto ix, st. 25 (1823)

And I will war, at least in words (and–should
My chance so happen–deeds), with all who war
With Thought ….

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“Don Juan,” canto ix, stanza 24 (1823)

Many is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
“Prometheus,” 3 (1816)

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
(Attributed)

Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
(Attributed)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar’
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 4.178 (1812-18)

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto III “The Eve of Waterloo” (1816)

Our hair
Grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Don Juan, 12.1 (1819-1824)

Ready money is Aladdin’s lamp.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Don Juan, 12.12 (1819-24)

And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
‘Tis that I may not weep.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Don Juan, 4.4 (1819-1824)

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication;
Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk
The hopes of all men, and of every nation.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Don Juan, canto 2, st. 179 (1819-24)

He who is only just is cruel; who
Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Marino Faliero: Doge of Venice, 5.1 (1821)

Opinions are made to be changed — or how is truth to be got at?

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Letter to John Murray (9 May 1818)