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• Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 399...
• Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 326...
• With just enough of learning to misquote.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 66...
• I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 6...
• T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 51...
• 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.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 826...
• Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspire
  This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best....
• What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger Is woman!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ix, Stanza 64...
• Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,--howe'er We promise, hope, believe,--there breathes despair.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 15...