There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews.
- Byron, Childe Harold, IV
Far from their homes,
without responsibilities,
light of purse and light of heart,
careless and pleasure-seeking,
they ran a free, disreputable course.
- J. Symonds on the Goliards,
wandering student poets of the medieval universities
