Quote#Love
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin
Quote byLord Byron · 1788–1824
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Beppo (1818), Stanza 44..
English (original)
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
— Lord Byron
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