If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.
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 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