Tis to create, and in creating live a being more intense, that we endow with form our fancy, gaining as we give the life we image, even as I do now. - Lord Byron

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 late Love is his own avenger.

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.

Expect not life from pain nor danger free,
Nor deem the doom of man reversed for thee.