I'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 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'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
George Edward MooreIf I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.
George Edward Moore