Poem by Matthew Prior

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. Seeing the Duke of Ormond's Picture, at Sir Godfrey Kneller's
2. To the Author of the Foregoing Pastoral - (Love and Friendship)
3. Phyllis's Age
4. A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, When a Child
5. Cupid Mistaken

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