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. An Ode - Inscribed to the Memory of the Hon. Colonel George Villiers
2. Bibo and Charon
3. Written in an Ovid
4. Songs Set to Music: 1. Set by Mr. Abel
5. Seeing the Duke of Ormond's Picture, at Sir Godfrey Kneller's

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