Edward Moore

Edward Moore (22 March 1712 – 1 1 March 1757) was an English dramatist and miscellaneous writer, the son of a dissenting minister, born at Abingdon, Berkshire. Quotes This is adding insult to injuries. The Foundling (1748) Act v. Sc. 5 Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. "Song x" (c. 1750s), St. 4 (Poetical Works of Edward Moore, London: Cawthorn, 1797, p. 172) But beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies. "Song xii" (c. 1750s), St. 3 (Poetical Works of Edward Moore, London: Cawthorn, 1797, p. 174) O Poverty! thou source of human art,Thou great inspirer of the poet’s song! "A Hymn to Poverty", St. 1 (Poetical Works of Edward Moore, Edinburgh: Apollo Press, 1781, p. 154) Fables for the Female Sex (1744) Fables for the Female Sex (London: R. Francklin, 1744) Can’t I another’s face commend,And to her virtues be a friend,But instantly your forehead lours,As if her merit lessen’d yours? Fable ix: "The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat", p. 55 The maid who modestly concealsHer beauties, while she hides, reveals;Give but a glimpse, and fancy drawsWhate’er the Grecian Venus was. Fable x: "The Spider and the Bee", p. 62 But from the hoop’s bewitching round,Her very shoe has power to wound. Fable x: "The Spider and the Bee", p. 63 The trav’ller, if he chance to stray,May turn uncensured to his way;Polluted streams again are pure,And deepest wounds admit a cure;But woman no redemption knows;The wounds of honour never close. Fable xv The Gamester (1753) I'll tell thee what it [the world] says: it calls me a villain: a treacherous husband; a cruel father; a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or, to say all in one short word, it calls me—gamester. Act ii, Sc. 1 I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Act ii. Sc. 2 Compare: "The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice", Samuel Johnson, in Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. ii ’Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. Act iii. Sc. 4 Misattributed Labour for his pains. Attributed to Moore in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations and elsewhere, but actually from William Wilkie's "The Boy and the Rainbow", line 78, in his Fables (London: Edward and Charles Dilly, 1768) p. 45 Compare: "I have had my labour for my travail", William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, Act i. Sc. ! External links Edward_Moore_(1712-1757) Edward Moore Category:Playwrights from England Category:Poets from England Category:Editors Category:1757 deaths