Matthew Prior Poems

In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries
To ease his tortured breast,
Since Amoret the cure denies,
And makes his pain a jest.
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Who has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Greve,
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Strephonetta, why d'ye fly me,
With such rigour in your eyes:
Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me,
Since your charms I so much prize.
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Phillis, since we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill,
Tell me what pleasure you can find
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Thus Kitty, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untamed,
Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung,
With little rage inflamed.
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Sure Cloe Just, and Cloe Fair
Deserves to be Your only Care:
But when You and She to-day
Far into the Wood did stray,
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Farewell, Amynta, we must part;
The charm has lost its power
Which held so fast my captived heart
Until this fatal hour.
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Thy elder Look, Great Janus, cast
Into the long Records of Ages past:
Review the Years in fairest Action drest
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AS doctors give physic by way of prevention,
   Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care;
For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention
   May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir.
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Be it right or wrong, these men among
On women do complayne;
Affyrmynge this, how that it is
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