"Moe" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... fickle people, ruined land! Thou wilt know peace no moe; While Richard's sons exalt themselves, Thy ...
— Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan
... Christians, troubling of them outwardly, or possessing of them constraynedly. The other of them is become communer and more vsed sensine, I meane by their vnlawfull artes, whereupon our whole purpose hath bene. This we finde by experience in this Ile to be true. For as we know, moe Ghostes and spirites were seene, nor tongue can tell, in the time of blinde Papistrie in these Countries, where now by the contrarie, a man shall scarcely all his time here once of such things. And yet were these vnlawfull artes farre rarer at that time: and neuer were so much harde of, ...
— Daemonologie. • King James I
... thousand moe I cannot name Of hearbs and flowers that in gardens grow, I have for thee, and coneyes that be tame, Young rabbets, white as swan, and blacke as crow; Some speckled here and there with daintie spots: And more I have two ...
— The Affectionate Shepherd • Richard Barnfield
... Zyni Moe, the small snake, saw the cool river gleaming before him afar off and set out over the burning sand to ...
— Time and the Gods • Lord Dunsany [Edward J. M. D. Plunkett]
... "Te moe motu" (young drinking-coconuts), was the answer, and the old man, not recognising the voice as that of his visitor of the day before, went unsuspectingly to take them from the native's hand, when the latter, placing a horse-pistol to the trader's heart, shot him dead, ...
— Rodman The Boatsteerer And Other Stories - 1898 • Louis Becke
... Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. Trim thy locks, look cheerfully; Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see. Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last? Grief is but a wound to woe; Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe. ...
— Book of English Verse • Bulchevy
... those truncheons to put forth young cyons, which as soone as they come to any groath and be twigged, then you may cut them from the stockes, and transplant them where you please, onely the truncheons you shall suffer to remaine still, and cherish them with fresh dunge, and they will put forth many moe cyons, both to furnish your selfe and your friends. And thus much for the planting and setting ...
— The English Husbandman • Gervase Markham |
