Poems by Matthew Prior
The Female Phaeton
... I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, ...
The New Year's Gift To Phyllis
... And long-breathed time, which ne'er will stay, ...
Hans Carvel
... new sorrow! Which Hans must answer for to-morrow ...
Horace, Lib. I, Epist. IX, Imitated. To The Right Honourable Mr. Harley
... One word from me, without all doubt, he says, ...
Cupid In Ambush
... Or gently squeeze her knees, or press her feet ...
A Better Answer
... You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit ...
A Reasonable Affliction
... With frequent sobs, and mutual cries, ...
On My Birthday, July 21
... They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth, ...
Cupid Mistaken
... Parricide! Like Nero, thou hast slain thy mother ...
The Merchant, To Secure His Treasure
... That I should sing, that I should play ...
Song
... Paint, patches, jeweTHE merchant, to secure his treasure, ...
Jinny the Just
... So down dropp'd her clay -- may her Soul be at peace! Retire from this sepulchre all the profane, ...
An Ode
... I sung and gazed: I played and trembled: ...
The Lady who offers her Looking-Glass to Venus
... What from this day I shall be, ...
A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, when a Child
... To lift your heart and hands to Heaven ...
