Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye. - Lord Byron

years steal
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

By thy cold breast and serpent smile,
By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuous eye,
By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;
By the perfection of thine art
Which pass'd for human thine own heart;
By thy delight in others' pain,
And by thy brotherhood of Cain,
I call upon thee! and compel
Thyself to be thy proper Hell!

Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.