Poem by Matthew Prior

On a Fart - Let in the House of Commons

Reader, I was born, and cried;
I crack'd, I smelt, and so I died.
Like Julius Caesar's was my death,
Who in the senate lost his breath.
Much alike entomb'd does lie
The noble Romulus and I:
And when I died, like Flora fair,
I left the commonwealth my heir.

1. Cloe Jealous
2. If Wine and Music Have the Power
3. Phyllis's Age
4. An Ode - Inscribed to the Memory of the Hon. Colonel George Villiers
5. Answer to Cloe Jealous. The Author Sick

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