Matthew Prior

Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
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Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
Who may return me much a better.

Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.

Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.

Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
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Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.

They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.

They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.