Quotes By Edward Moore

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

I think when you're blessed with great influences, you need to spread it.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

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.

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