Matthew Prior Quotes

Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Chloe is my real flame.
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. The Merchant, to secure his treasure (l. 3-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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And Venus to the Loves around Remarked how ill we all dissembled.
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. The Merchant, to secure his treasure (l. 15-16). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet, diplomat. repr. in The Literary Works of Matthew Prior, eds. H.B. Wright and M.K. Spears (1959). The Remedy Worse than the Disease (written 1714, published 1727).
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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.
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. To a Child of Quality (l. 25-28). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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publish it to all the nation;
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. To John I ow'd great obligation (l. 3). . . Oxford Book of Verse in English Translation, The. Charles Tomlinson, ed. (1980) Oxford University Press.
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They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think.
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet, diplomat. repr. in The Literary Works of Matthew Prior, eds. H.B. Wright and M.K. Spears (1959). Upon this Passage in Scaligerana (1740).
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Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet, diplomat. repr. in The Literary Works of Matthew Prior, eds. H.B. Wright and M.K. Spears (1959). A Better Answer, Poems (1718).
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At dawn of morn, and close of even, To lift your heart and hands to Heaven. In double beauty say your prayer: Our Father first, then Notre Pere. And, dearest child, along the day, In every thing you do and say, Obey and please my lord and lady, So God shall love and angels aid ye.
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet. A Letter to the Honourable Lady Miss Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley (l. 3-10). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
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And 'tis remarkable that they Talk most who have the least to say.
Matthew Prior (1664-1721), British poet, diplomat. Alma, cto. 2.
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