The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior, Volum 2

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W. Strahan, 1754

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Pàgina 73 - And try what strength of parts could do ; Says Sphinx, on this depends your fate ; Tell me what animal is that, Which has four feet at morning bright? Has two at noon, and three at night...
Pàgina xviii - Mat, hide the nakedness of thy country, and give the best turn thy fertile brain will furnish thee with to the blunders of thy countrymen, who are not much better politicians than the French are poets.
Pàgina 113 - Then take Mat's word for it, the sculptor is paid; That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye; Yet credit but lightly what more may be said, For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.
Pàgina 61 - That you respect me; that, you know, looks well. Then if you are, as you pretend, the god That rules the day, and much upon the road, You'll find a hundred trifles in your way, That you may bring one home from Africa ; Some little rarity...
Pàgina 114 - If his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air, To Fate we must yield, and the thing is the same ; And if passing thou giv'st him a smile or a tear, He cares not — yet, prithee, be kind to his fame.
Pàgina 57 - Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve ; Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ? " But, in this case, the old prejudice got the better of the old joke.
Pàgina 113 - He strove to make interest and freedom agree; In public employments industrious and grave, And alone with his friends, lord! how merry was he! Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot, Both fortunes he tried, but to neither would trust; And whirled in the round, as the wheel turned about, He found riches had wings, and knew man was but dust.
Pàgina 41 - HARRIET'S face we view ; For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine. Their pious incense let our neighbours bring, To the kind mem'ry of some bounteous King; With grateful hand, due altars let them raise To some good knight's, or holy prelate's praise ; We tune our voices to a nobler theme, Your eyes we bless, your praises we proclaim, St.
Pàgina 25 - Dorset's spirit : Sneaking I stood amongst the crew, Desiring much to speak with you. I waited while the clock struck thrice, And footman brought out fifty lies ; Till, patience vex'd, and legs grown weary, I thought it was in vain to tarry: But did opine it might be better, By penny-post to send a letter ; Now if you miss of this epistle, I'm balk'd again, and may go whistle.
Pàgina 5 - Pythagoras may say (For each, you know, will have his way), With great submission I pronounce, That people die no more than once: But once is sure: and death is common To bird and man, including woman; From the spread eagle to the wren, Alas! no mortal fowl knows when; All that wear feathers first or last Must one day perch on Charon's mast Must lie beneath the cypress shade, Where Strada's nightingale was laid; Those fowl who seem...

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