Quotes by Thomas Moore
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A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
My only books were woman's looks, and folly's all they've taught me.
All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Oh! blame not the bard.
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
Steals timidly away, shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
Eyes of most unholy blue!
On my velvet couch reclining, Ivy leaves my brow entwining, While my soul expands with glee, What are kings and crowns to me?
Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double allowance.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Marriage is an Athenic weaving together of families, of two souls with their individual fates and destinies, of time and eternity - everyday life married to the timeless mysteries of the soul.
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