And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
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'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
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On with the dance! Let joy be undefined!
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Adversity is the first path to truth.
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They never fail who die in a great cause.
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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
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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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See Byron about love
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
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To Emma
O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown,
And the riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,
And the West is resplendently clothèd in beams.
We will hasten, my fair, to the opening glades,
The quaintly carved seats, and the freshening shades,
Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns,
And in the last sunbeam the sylph lightly swims.
And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed
Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head;
There, beauteous Emma, I’ll sit at thy feet,
While my story of love I enraptured repeat.
So fondly I’ll breathe, and so softly I’ll sigh,
Thou wilt think that some amorous Zephyr is nigh-
Ah, no! - as I breathe, I will press thy fair knee,
And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.
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poem by Byron (1815)
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