Edward Moore Quotes
March 22, 1712 – March 1, 1757
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Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
"Song XII" (c. 1750s), St. 3; (Poetical Works of Edward Moore, London: Cawthorn, 1797). 
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More Edward Moore Quotes
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Edward Moore— The Gamester (1753), Act ii. Sc. 2. Compare: "The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice", Samuel Johnson, in Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. ii.
’T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
Edward Moore— The Gamester (1753), Act iii. Sc. 4.
Can’t I another’s face commend,And to her virtues be a friend,But instantly your forehead lowers,As if her merit lessen’d yours?
Edward Moore— The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix.
The maid who modestly concealsHer beauties, while she hides, reveals;Give but a glimpse, and fancy drawsWhate’er the Grecian Venus was.
Edward Moore— The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.
But from the hoop’s bewitching round,Her very shoe has power to wound.
Edward Moore— The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.
Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Edward Moore— The Happy Marriage.
Labour for his pains.
Edward Moore— The Boy and the Rainbow. Compare: "I have had my labour for my travail", William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act i., Sc. 1.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, The Gamester, Act II, scene 2.
But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, The Spider and the Bee, Fable X, line 29.
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?
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat, Fable 9, line 5.
Oh, this pernicious vice of gaming!
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, The Gamester, Act I, scene 1.
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.
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, The Gamester, Act II, scene 1.
Ay, 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.
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, The Gamester, Act IV, scene 1.
Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, Song XII (c. 1750s), St. 3.
Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Edward Moore— Edward Moore, The Happy Marriage.
