Byron. A Few quotes from his work.

But words are things; and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

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.

All tragedies are finish'd by death. All comedies are ended by marriage.

Lord Byron.