He was the mildest manner’d man / That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat. - Lord Byron

All human history attests
That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! -
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. II For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. III

Juan quase lhe pergunta o que se passa, (Juan would question further, but she pressed)
Mas ela o silencia com um beijo. (His lip to hers and silenced him with this,)
Beijando, o mau agouro ela apaga. (And then dismissed the omen from her breast,)
Sufocou os presságios no seu peito. (Defying augury with that fond kiss.)
Boa maneira para acalmar a alma; (And no doubt of all methods 'tis the best;)
Alguns preferem vinho. Não rejeito. (Some peolple prefer wine - 'tis not amiss.)
Provei os dois. Escolha quem deseja: (I have tried both; so those who would a part take)
O coração partido, ou a enxaqueca. (May choose between the headache and the heartache.)