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Issues Index | Next => George Gordon Noel Byron was born at London, England on this day in 1788. Young Lord Byron hurried through life, inheriting a peerage at age 10, writing poetry to pay the bills from his sexual ambitions and constant drinking. The flashiest of the Romantic poets, his plaque in Poets Corner in Westminster Abbey was only posted a century and a half after his death.
He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly? There is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. All tragedies are ended by death. All comedies are ended by marriage.
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