Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. - Edward Moore

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?

The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate’er the Grecian Venus was.

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.