Matthew Prior

(1664 - 1721 / Dorset / England)

To A Child Of Quality, Five Years Old, 1704. The Author Then Forty - Poem by Matthew Prior

LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band
   That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned 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 fire, and look
   The power they have to be obey'd.

Nor quality, nor reputation,
   Forbid me yet my flame to tell;
Dear Five-years-old befriends my passion,
   And I may write till she can spell.

For, while she makes her silkworms beds
   With all the tender things I swear;
Whilst all the house my passion reads,
   In papers round her baby's hair;

She may receive and own my flame;
   For, though the strictest prudes should know it,
She'll pass for a most virtuous dame,
   And I for an unhappy poet.

Then too, alas! when she shall tear
   The rhymes some younger rival sends,
She'll give me leave to write, I fear,
   And we shall still continue friends.

For, as our different ages move,
   'Tis so ordain'd (would Fate but mend it!),
That I shall be past making love
   When she begins to comprehend it.


Comments about To A Child Of Quality, Five Years Old, 1704. The Author Then Forty by Matthew Prior

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: passion, baby, fate, power, house, hair, fire, fear, child, children, friend



Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



[Report Error]