Quotes

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?--
Moths that a garment fret.
The world is turned memorial, crying, "Thou
Shalt not forget!"

Mary EColeridge

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

Soft-buzzing Slander; silly moths that eat An honest name.

James Thomson (1)