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• 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....
• Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Sardanapalus, Act i, Sc. 2...
• Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Manfred, Act i, Sc. 1...
• Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth
  but actions are our epochs. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Manfred, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• They never fail who die In a great cause. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Marino Faliero, Act ii, Sc.
  2...
• When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- When we Two parted...
• By all that 's good and glorious. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Sardanapalus, Act i, Sc. 2
• Help me, Cassius, or I sink! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
  Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings....