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• Posterity will ne'er survey A nobler grave than thi
  Here lie the bones of Castlereagh; Stop, traveler, and piss. -- Lord Byron, on Lord Castlereagh...
• Goodnight -- Lord Byro
• Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Monody on the Death of Sheridan, Line 74...
• I see before me the gladiator lie.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 140...
• And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but The truth in masquerade.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xi, Stanza 37...
• Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Sardanapalus, Act i, Sc. 2...
• The dew of compassion is a tear. -- Lord Byro
• Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 12...
• You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
  Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?...