Quotation by George Gordon Noel Byron

I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would drive me mad on my death-bed could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to her soil. I would not even feed her worms if I could help it.
George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824), British poet. Letter, June 7, 1819, to publisher John Murray. Byron's Letters and Journals, vol. 6, ed. Leslie A. Marchand (1976).

After Byron's death from a fever in Greece, his body was brought back to England where it was interred together with his ancestors near his home at Newstead Abbey, having been refused burial at Westminster Abbey.
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