Lord Byron Quotes about Lying

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Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

Lord Byron

Lying, Deceit, Maids

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.153, Delphi Classics

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.

Lord Byron

Lying, Heartless, Headless

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.468, Delphi Classics

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

Lord Byron

Lying, People, Way

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.2986, Delphi Classics

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

Lord Byron

Women, Lying, Wells

Lord Byron (2009). “Don Juan”, p.486, The Floating Press

I see before me the gladiator lie.

Lord Byron

Lying, Agony

Lord Byron, Lord George Gordon Byron (2013). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.174, Cambridge University Press

Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

Lord Byron

Lying, Evil, Clay

Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days - whatever there may be for the dust - the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.

Lord Byron

Lying, Loss, Past