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• His heart was one of those which most enamour us,-- Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 34...
• Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 39
• That soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 44...
• Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 45...
• O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 80...
• Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 32...
• But all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 27...
• Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 27...
• Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?
  an echo answers, "Where? -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza 27...