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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, those in charge of Poets Corner in Westminster Abbey only posted his plaque a century and a half after his death.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five? Ready money is Aladdin's lamp. Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves. Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state? Would you like to see quotes like these in your mail tomorrow morning? Our 10,000 loyal subscribers hate to miss a day, perhaps you should sign up now! No cost or obligation, just be open to the enlightenment waiting for you among our 22,500+ quotes.
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