Maxioms by Matthew Prior
In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
To the read more
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.
Bid the Devil take the slowest.
Bid the Devil take the slowest.
What is a king? a man condemn'd to bear
The public burthen of the nation's care.
What is a king? a man condemn'd to bear
The public burthen of the nation's care.
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my read more
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my disease,
I died last night of my physician.
