If she loved rashly, her life paid for wrong — A heavy price must all pay who thus err, In some shape; let none think to fly the danger, For soon or … - Lord Byron

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 'll 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.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

Think how the joys of reading a Gazette
Are purchased by all agonies and crimes:
Or if these do not move you, don't forget
Such doom may be your own in aftertimes.