A bit of Byron

(From ‘Corsair,’ published Feb 1814):

There is a war, a chaos of the mind,
When all its elements convulsed, combined,
Lie dark and jarring with perturbed force,
And gnashing with impenitent Remorse —
That juggling fiend, who never spake before
But cries ‘I warn’d thee!’ when the deed is o’er. . . .