“As soon
Seek roses in December, ice in June;
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics, who themselves are sore.”

—  George Gordon Byron , English Bards and Scotch Reviewers

Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809), Line 75.

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