A light broke in upon my brain, — — Lord Byron

"When we two parted In silence and tears, Half brokenhearted, To sever for years."

"Ill publish right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song."

"Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For others weal availd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky."

"The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend."

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

"I only know we loved in vain; I only feel — farewell! farewell!"