The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
THOMAS MOOREThe light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
THOMAS MOOREA pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
THOMAS MOOREThis wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
THOMAS MOOREDisguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
THOMAS MOOREHumility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
THOMAS MOORECame but for friendship, and took away love.
THOMAS MOOREA friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
THOMAS MOOREFrom 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.
THOMAS MOOREFond memory brings the light of other days around me.
THOMAS MOOREThough an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
THOMAS MOOREOh! blame not the bard.
THOMAS MOOREAsk a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
THOMAS MOORERomantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
THOMAS MOOREMy only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
THOMAS MOOREHere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
THOMAS MOORELike ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
THOMAS MOORE