Author » Byron, Lord
198 posts
Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much -- and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.