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Edward Moore
English
Dramatist
About the author
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
Edward Moore,
English
Dramatist
#Time
#Now
#Sorrow
#Summer
#Roses
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,
English
Dramatist
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Edward Moore,
English
Dramatist
#Dreams
I think when you're blessed with great influences, you need to spread it.
Edward Moore,
English
Dramatist
Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Edward Moore,
English
Dramatist
#Time
#Youth
#Truth
#Mind
#Flies