I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
Lord Byron
Ancient of days! August Athena! Where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were First in the race that led to glory's goals They won, and pass'd away.
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Ye stars! Which are the poetry of Heaven, If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,'t is to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you.
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Man being reasonable must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication; Glory, the grape, love, gold - in these are sunk - The hopes of all men and of every nation
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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep: and yet a third of Life is passed in sleep
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Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men
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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure
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Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! It is - I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at - a period something like a printed page, b
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For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager
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Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
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Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
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Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
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My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.
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