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What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write, shows
The difference there is betwixt Nature and Art:
I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose;
And they have my whimsies, but th...
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. Answer to Cloe Jealous (l. 13-16). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, e...
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''A diff'rent cause, says Parson Sly,
The same effect may give:
Poor Lubin fears, that he shall die;
His wife, that he may live.''
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. A Reasonable Affliction (l. 5-8). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, e...
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'''No, no; for my virginity,
When I lose that,' says Rose, 'I'll die':
'Behind the elms last night,' cried Dick,
'Rose, were you not extremely sick?'''
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. A True Maid (l. 1-4). . .
Norton Introduction to Poetry, The. J. Paul Hunter, ed. (3d ed., 1986) W. W. No...
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''Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.''
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet, diplomat. Carmen Seculare.
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''To John I owed great obligation;
But John, unhappily, thought fit
To publish it to all the nation:
Sure John and I are more than quit.''
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet, diplomat. repr. In The Writings of Matthew Prior (1905). EpigramAnother, Poems (1718).
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Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise,
They would not learn, nor could advise:
Without love, hatred, joy or fear,
They led—a kind of—as it were:
Nor wished, nor cared, n...
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. Interred beneath this marble stone (l. 57-62). . .
Oxford Book of Death, The. D. J. Enright, ed. (1987) O...
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''Interred beneath this marble stone
Lie Saunt'ring Jack and Idle Joan.''
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. Interred beneath this marble stone (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of Death, The. D. J. Enright, ed. (1987) Oxf...
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Less smooth than her Skin and less white than her breast
Was this pollisht stone beneath which she lyes prest
Stop, Reader, and Sigh while thou thinkst on the rest
With a just tri...
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. Jinny the Just (l. 62-68). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed...
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But Thou that know'st Love above Intrest or lust
Strew the Myrtle and Rose on this once belov'd Dust
And shed one pious tear upon Jinny the Just
Tread soft on her Grave, and do right to...
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. Jinny the Just (l. 13-18). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed...
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''Venus, take my votive glass:
Since I am not what I was,
What from this day I shall be,
Venus, let me never see.''
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Matthew Prior (1664-1721), U.S. poet. The Lady Who Offers Her Looking-Glass to Venus (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh...
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To a Child of Quality, Five Years O
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Lords, knights, and squires, the num'rous band,
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summon'd by her high command,
To show their passions by their letters.
My pen amongst the rest I took,
Lest those bright eyes that cannot read
Should dart their kindling fires, and look
The pow'r they have to be obey'd.
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