Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
George Edward MooreI'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.
George Edward Moore'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
George Edward Moore