George Gordon Noel Byron

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Friendship is Love without his wings!

The careful pilot of my proper woe.

The careful pilot of my proper woe.

So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
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So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart.

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.

'Tis an old lesson; time approves it true,
And those who know it best, deplore it most;
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'Tis an old lesson; time approves it true,
And those who know it best, deplore it most;
When all is won that all desire to woo,
The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.