Written In An Ovid
Ovid is the surest guide
You can name to show the way
To any woman, maid, or bride,
Who resolves to go astray.
poem by Matthew Prior
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The Lady who offers her Looking-Glass to Venus
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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Epigram - Yes, Every Poet Is A Fool
Yes, every poet is a fool;
By demonstration, Ned can show it:
Happy could Ned's inverted rule
Prove every fool to be a poet.
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Epitaph - On Himself
Nobles and Heralds, by your leave!
Here lie the bones of Matthew Prior;
A son of Adam and Eve:
Let Bourbon or Nassau go higher.
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For My Own Tombstone
To me 'twas given to die; to thee 'tis given
To live: alas! one moment sets us even.
Mark! how impartial is the will of Heaven!
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Epigram - To John I Owed Great Obligation
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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Epitaph Extempore
Nobles and Heralds, by your leave,
Here lies what once was Matthew Prior,
The son of Adam and of Eve;
Can Stuart or Nassau claim higher.
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Written In The Nouveaux Interests Des Princes De L'Europe
Bless'd be the princes who have fought
For pompous names or wide dominion,
Since by their error we are taught
That happiness is but opinion.
poem by Matthew Prior
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Upon This Passage In Scaligeriana
When you with High-Dutch Heeren dine,
Expect false Latin and stum'd wine:
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
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Epigram - Thy Nags, The Leanest Things Alive
Thy nags, the leanest things alive,
So very hard thou lovest to drive,
I heard thy anxious coachman say
It costs thee more in whips than hay.
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