Despair of all recovery spoils longevity, And makes men’s miseries of alarming brevity. - Lord Byron

The Mountains look on Marathon
And Marathon looks to the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free...

The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow.

"When people say, "I've told you fifty times," / They mean to scold, and very often do; / When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," / They make you dread that they 'II recite them too;
In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; / At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, / But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, / A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis."