'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
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 MooreNow, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.
George Edward Moore