Edward Moore Quotes

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Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Edward Moore

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 maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.

Edward Moore

Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

Edward Moore

'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

But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.

Edward Moore

Edward Moore

Edward Moore

Born: March 22, 1712

Died: March 1, 1757 (aged 44)

Bio: Edward Moore, English dramatist and miscellaneous writer, the son of a dissenting minister, was born at Abingdon, Berkshire.

Known for:

Principia Ethica
The Elements of Ethics
Philosophy of G. E. Moore
Ethics and The Nature of Moral Philosophy
A Defence of Common Sense

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