The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 4/So we'll go no more a-roving
SO WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING.
So we'll go no more a-roving
For the sword outwears its sheath,
Though the night was made for loving,
Feb. 28, 1817.
- ["The mumming closed with a masked ball at the Fenice, where I went, as also to most of the ridottos, etc., etc.; and, though I did not dissipate much upon the whole, yet I find 'the sword wearing out the scabbard,' though I have but just turned the corner of twenty-nine."—Letter to Moore, February 28, 1817. The verses form part of the letter. (See Letters, 1900, iv. 59, 60.)]