Edward Moore Quote

'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.


The Gamester (1753), Act iii. Sc. 4.


'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.