'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 (1712 - 1757)
Source: The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Contributed by: Zaady
Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Source: The Happy Marriage.
Labour for his pains.
Source: The Boy and the Rainbow.
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?
Source: The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix.
The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
Source: The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.
But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Source: The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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