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CytatyLord ByronEnglish poet & satirist (1788 - 1824)A pretty woman is a welcome guest.All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being. But words are things; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest. Goodnight How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this. In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication. Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure. On with the dance! Let joy be undefined! Opinions are made to be changed - or how is the truth to be got at. Society is now one polished horde, --- Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. |
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