Edward Moore. 1712-1757

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?

The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix.

The maid who modestly conceals

Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;

Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws

Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.

The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.

But from the hoop's bewitching round,

Her very shoe has power to wound.

The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.

Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,

And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

The Happy Marriage.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.[378:1]

The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2.

'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. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Labour for his pains.[378:2]

The Boy and the Rainbow.