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• My only books Were woman's looks,-- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Time I 've lost in wooing...
• To live and die in scenes like this, With some we 've left behind us.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- As slow our Ship...
• And when with envy Time, transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You 'll in your girls again be courted, And I 'll go wooing in my boys.
  -- Thomas Percy (1728-1811) -- Winifreda (1720)...
• Eyes of unholy blue. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- By that Lake whose gloomy Shore
• And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Light of the Harem...
• Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me
  The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoke...
• A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Intercepted Letters, Letter vi...
• When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay
  I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away....