Can'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 MooreAy, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.
George Edward MooreAll moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.
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