Fatal Love
Poor Hal caught his death standing under a spout Expecting till midnight when Nan would come out; But fatal his patience, as cruel the dame, And cursed was the weather that quench'd the man's flame. Whoe'er thou art that reads these moral lines, Make love at home, and go to bed betimes.
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"Poor Hal caught his death standing under a spout..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Matthew Prior delivers a powerful performance in "Fatal Love"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...