Sirocco Quotes

Adieu, ye joys of La Valette! Adieu, Sirocco, sun, and sweat! Adieu, thou palace rarely entered! Adieu, ye mansions where-I've ventured! Adieu, ye curse'd streets of stairs! (How surely he who mounts them swears!) Adieu, ye merchants often failing! Adieu, thou mob for ever railing! Adieu, ye packets-without letters! Adieu, ye fools-who ape your betters! Adieu, thou damned'st quarantine, That gave me fever, and the spleen! And now I've got to Mrs. Fraser, Perhaps you think I mean to praise her- And were I vain enough to think My praise was worth this drop of ink, A line-or two-were no hard matter, As here, indeed, I need not flatter: But she must be content to shine In better praises than in mine . Nor ask the aid of idle song. (Lord Byron)