Byron

Byron

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Alas! could [England] fully, truly, know
How her great name is now throughout abhorred;
How eager all the earth is for the blow
Which shall lay bare her bosom to the sword;
How all the nations deem her their worst foe,
That worse than worst of foes, the once adored
False friend, who held out freedom to mankind,
And now would chain them, to the very mind . . . 

Byron, Don Juan, Canto X

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.

Byron



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