No more a Roving, Please. Lord Byron said it best.

Lock Down: Remember Lord Byron

I keep reading about college students and others gathering in hordes in all kinds of places-private and public-not using any common sense, precautions, protection or consideration for their fellow humans. A good party or a roving seems to be much more important. No belonging to a community but just selfish behavior.

This conduct reminds me of some advice, comment and poem from Lord Byron. At some point, the aimless wandering stops and must stop. Hopefully, we are not all sick. 

So We'll Go No More a Roving

LORD BYRON

So, we'll go no more a roving

   So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

   And the moon be still as bright.

 

For the sword outwears its sheath,

   And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

   And love itself have rest.

 

Though the night was made for loving,

   And the day returns too soon,

Yet we'll go no more a roving

   By the light of the moon.