When we two parted — All Writings Of Lord Byron

"When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past— For years fleet away with the wings of the dove— The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love."

"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."

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

"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."

"The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow."