Matthew Prior

"Wiessen and nature held a long contest If she created or he painted best; With pleasing thought the wondrous combat grew, She still form'd fairer,"

"Tune., "King John and the Abbot of Canterbury." I sing not old Jason who travell'd through Greece To kiss the fair maids and possess the rich fleec"

"Haste, my Nannette, My lovely maid, Haste to the bower Thy swain has made. For thee alone I made the bower, And strew'd the couch With many a f"

"Let 'em Censure: what care I? The Herd of Criticks I defie. Let the Wretches know, I write Regardless of their Grace, or Spight. No, no: the Fair,"

"When crowding folks, with strange ill faces, Were making legs, and begging places, And some with patents, some with merit, Tired out my good Lord D"

"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."

"Les allemans ne ce soucient pas quel vin its boivent pouveu que ce soit vin, ni quel Latin ils parletn vue que ce soit Latin. When you with High-D"

"In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find, That Passion can depress or raise The Heav'nly, as the Human Mind: Who dare deny what Virgil says? But if They s"

"Dictate, O mighty judge, what thou hast seen Of cities and of courts, of books and men, And deign to let thy servant hold the pen. Through ages, t"

"While with labour assiduous due pleasure I mix, And in one day atone for the business of six, In a little Dutch chaise, on a Saturday night, On my"

"I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies. In sure and certain hopes, the prelate cries: Of these two learned peers, I pr'ythee say, man, Who is"

"Since my words, though ne'er so tender, With sincerest truth express'd, Cannot make your heart surrender, Nor so much as warm your breast; What w"

"Touch the lyre, touch every string; Touch it, Orpheus; I will sing A song which shall immortal be, Since she I sing's a deity; A Leonora, whose bl"