Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. — Edward Moore Copy Share Image
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. — Edward Moore Copy Share Image
Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. — Edward Moore Copy Share Image
I think when you're blessed with great influences, you need to spread it. — Edward Moore Copy Share Image
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. — Edward Moore Copy Share Image
