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• As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
• What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. -- Thomas Moore
• All that 's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleete
  All that 's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest....
• Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you.
  -- Thomas Parnell (1679-1717) -- When thy Beauty appea...
• Humility, that low, sweet root From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Loves of the Angels, The Third Angel's Story...
• Someone write me a letter. I need to know that I'm still alive.
• A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Intercepted Letters, Letter vi...
• As still to the star of its worship, though clouded
  The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee....
• O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act iii, Sc. 2...