Statesman, yet friend to truth of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
Statesman, yet friend to truth of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not Wife, To help me through this long disease, my life.
When Byrons eyes were shut in death, We bowd our head and held our breath. He taught us little but our soul Had felt his like a thunder roll.... We watchd the fount of fiery life Which servd for that Titanic life.
A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair,
wore gloves in my cap; serv'd the lust of my mistress' heart and
did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake
words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that
slept in the contriving of lust, and wak'd to do it.
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