Matthew Prior ( 8 of 28 )
And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
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.
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.
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.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the read more
Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the brake:
Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly.
Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate,
Swift without violence, without terror great.
Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate,
Swift without violence, without terror great.