Lord Byron Man Quotations

He was the mildest mannered man / That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

As to ''Don Juan,'' confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?

As to 'Don Juan,' confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world?

Nor be, what man should ever be, / The friend of Beauty in distress?

A man must serve his time to every trade / Save censure - critics all are ready made. / Take hackneyed jokes from Miller, got by rote,/ With just enough of learning to misquote.

A man must serve his time to every trade: Save Censure- Critics all are ready made

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! / Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; / Man marks the earth with ruin - his control / Stops with the shore.

Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life / Into that moral centaur, man and wife?

Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon -- the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it.

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.

An old man / With an old soul, and both extremely blind.

The Cincinnatus of the West, / Whom envy dared not hate, / Bequeathed the name of Washington, / To make man blush there was but one!

He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.