Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.


Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, IV, st. 77

Lord Byron Quotes

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.