First Lines of Lord George Gordon Byron
And wilt thou weep when I am low?Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,Lesbia! since far from you I've rang'd,Remind me not, remind me not,She walks in Beauty, like the nightThe man of firm and noble soulWhen Friendship or LoveWhen I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;Whene'er I view those lips of thine,Woman! experience might have told me