George Gordon Noel Byron

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.

He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
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He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
So that no wonder waits him.

That each pull'd different ways with many an oath,
"Arcades ambo," id est--blackguards both.

That each pull'd different ways with many an oath,
"Arcades ambo," id est--blackguards both.

And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
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And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They have a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.