Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.
– Edward Moore
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
– Edward Moore
I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me 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.
– Edward Moore
Labour for his pains.
– Edward Moore
Oh, this pernicious vice of gaming!
– Edward Moore
Shoemaker, stick to your last.
– Edward Moore
This is adding insult to injuries.
– Edward Moore
Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
– Edward Moore
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
– Edward Moore
Written in blood - and Bigotry may swell. The sail he spreads for Heav'n with blasts from hell!