01c. 1734 ADCan'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 / quote ↗
02c. 1734 ADThe 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 / quote ↗
03c. 1734 ADBut from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.Edward Moore / quote ↗
04c. 1734 ADTime still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.Edward Moore / quote ↗
06c. 1734 AD'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 / quote ↗