In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Quote by Lord Byron
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All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
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Society is now one polished horde, --- Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
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I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.