Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto the Third. 113-114.

113  I have not loved the world, nor the world me;  I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd  To its idolatries a patient knee,--  Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles,--nor cried aloud  In worship of an echo; in the crowd  They could not deem me one of such; I stood  Among them, but not of them; in a shroud  Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,  Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.

114  I have not loved the world, nor the world me,--  But let us part fair foes; I do believe,  Though I have found them not, that there may be  Words which are things,--hopes which will not deceive,  And virtues which are merciful, nor weave  Snares for the failing: I would also deem  O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;  That two, or one, are almost what the seem,--  That goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.


- George Gordon Lord Byron




나는 믿노라,
진실이 담긴 말과,
속임수를 모르는 희망과,
자비로운 미덕,
시험에 들게하는 함정을 짜놓을 줄 모르는 미덕이
있으리라는 것을.

나는 또한 믿고자 한다.
남의 슬픔을 진정으로
같이 울어 주는 자도 있고,
두 사람 아니 한 사람쯤은
그 겉과 속이 같은 이가 있고,
또한 선이란 이름뿐이 아니고,
행복이란 꿈만이 아닌 것을.


- 바이런