Matthew Prior (Мэтью Прайор)

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. 

1. Cloe Jealous
2. If Wine and Music Have the Power
3. Upon This Passage In Scaligeriana
4. On a Fart - Let in the House of Commons
5. To the Author of the Foregoing Pastoral - (Love and Friendship)

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