Lord Byron

The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.

The lapse of ages changes all things --time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about, around, and underneath" man, except man himself.

Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel.

The French courage proceeds from vanity - the German from phlegm - the Turkish from fanaticism & opium - the Spanish from pride - the English from coolness - the Dutch from obstinacy - the Russian from insensibility - but the Italian from anger.

Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that 's false, before You trust in critics.

As soon Seek roses in December-ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or an other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore.

• The mighty master of unmeaning rhyme. [Darwin]

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?-No! 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. 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.

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.