Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after. - Lord Byron

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

To him the magic of their mysteries;
To him the book of Night was opened wide,
And voices from the deep abyss revealed
A marvel and a secret. — Be it so.” — Lord Byron

Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been, 'Tis something better not to be. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812