'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
George Edward MooreAll moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.
George Edward MooreBeauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
George Edward MooreCan't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?
George Edward Moore