Matthew Prior

In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
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In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
To the late revel, and protracted feast,
Wild dreams succeeded, and disorder'd rest.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

At night astronomers agree.

At night astronomers agree.

You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
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You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
Of which you need not read one letter,
The worse the scrawl, the dose the better.
For if you knew but what you take,
Though you recover, he must break.

Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate,
Swift without violence, without terror great.

Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate,
Swift without violence, without terror great.