Lord Byron

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Let us have Wine and Women, Mirth and Laughter Sermons and soda-water the day after.

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found . . . A mode of proving that the earth turnd round In a most natural whirl, called gravitation; And thus is the sole mortal who could grapple Since Adam, with a fall or with an apple.

All human history attests That happiness for man, the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

I am as a weed Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.

And there was mounting in hot haste.

The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh

To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.