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• Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth
  but actions are our epochs. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Manfred, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Manfred, Act i, Sc. 2...
• The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!
  The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns....
• My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act v, Sc.
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• I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse,--borne away with every breath!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Sardanapalus, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• By all that 's good and glorious. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Sardanapalus, Act i, Sc. 2
• Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Sardanapalus, Act i, Sc. 2...
• Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• This grief is crowned with consolation. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra -- Act i, Sc.
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