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• 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 (1712-1757) -- The Gamester, Act iii, Sc. 4...
• As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
• Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fudges in England, Letter iii...
• You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hou...
• What is learned in youth is understood in age.
• There 's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Lalla Rookh, The Veiled Prophet of Khorassa...
• What youth deemed crystal, age finds was dew.
• Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
  -- Edward Moore (1712-1757) -- The Happy Marriage...
• Dreams are renewable.
  No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and...