Author: Matthew Prior

On his death-bed poor Lubin lies: His spouse is in despair: With frequent sobs, and mutual cries, They both express […]

Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man’s shop? There, Thomas, didst thou never see (‘Tis but […]

Dear Chloe, how blubber’d is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl’d: Prythee quit […]

Interr’d beneath this marble stone, Lie saunt’ring Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this […]

LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band That wear the fair Miss Mary’s fetters, Were summoned by her high command […]

The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Cloe […]

How old may Phyllis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task; For […]

[To the right honourable Mr. Harley] Dear Dick, how e’er it comes into his head, Believes, as firmly as he […]

I, MY dear, was born to-day So all my jolly comrades say: They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth, And […]

How old may Phyllis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task; For […]