Quote #4

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

More from Edward Moore

  1. 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?
  2. But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
  3. 'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
  4. Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
  5. I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
  6. Labour for his pains.

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