Edward Moore quotes

Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. (Edward Moore)

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

Edward Moore

T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Edward Moore

The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.

Edward Moore

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

Edward Moore

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Edward Moore

Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

Edward Moore

Labour for his pains.

Edward Moore

Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.

Edward Moore

I think when you're blessed with great influences, you need to spread it.

Edward Moore