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But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Lord Byron

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
LORD BYRON

Feather Highly Men Nothing Quicker Rapidly Rise Straw Think World
Absence – that common cure of love.
LORD BYRON

Absence Common Cure Love
To have joy, one must share it.
LORD BYRON

Joy Must One Share
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
LORD BYRON

Been Known Lord Mercantile Politician Wait Written
The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
LORD BYRON

Conclusive Discussion Every Himself Intervene Manner Sense Tiger Will
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
LORD BYRON

Deepest Know Knowledge Life Mourn Must Sorrow Tree
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.
LORD BYRON

All Comedy Death End Finish Marriage Tragedy
The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
LORD BYRON

Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void
The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
LORD BYRON

Ages All Around Bound Change Earth Every Language Lapse Skym Star Thing Time
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
LORD BYRON

Belive Man might Reason Sleep Tell Useless Wake Well
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
LORD BYRON

Hour Lay May Ruin Scare State Thousand Year
I learned to love despair.
LORD BYRON

Despair Learn Love
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
LORD BYRON

Dream Glimmering Gone Thing
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
LORD BYRON

Knowledge Mean Money Now Power Say Think Use
The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.
LORD BYRON

Ache Along Country Eternity Leave Limpid People Person Reviry Think Unbound
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
LORD BYRON

Friendship Love May Often Susbside

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