Matthew Prior: A Better Answer

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V. C. Clinton-Baddeley - Pop

Matthew Prior: A Better Answer

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Dear Cloe, how blubber'd is that pretty Face? Thy Cheek all on Fire, and Thy Hair all uncurl'd: Pr'ythee quit this Caprice; and (as old Falstaf says) Let Us e'en talk a little like Folks of This World How can'st Thou presume, Thou hast leave to destroy The Beauties, which Venus but lent to Thy keeping? Those Looks were design'd to inspire Love and Joy: More ord'nary Eyes may serve People for weeping To be vext at a Trifle or two that I writ Your Judgment at once, and my Passion You wrong: You take that for Fact, which will scarce be found Wit: Odd's Life! must One swear to the Truth of a Song? What I speak, my fair Cloe, and what I write, shews The Diff'rence there is betwixt Nature and Art: I court others in Verse; but I love Thee in Prose: And They have my Whimsies; but Thou hast my Heart The God of us Verse-men (You know Child) the Sun How after his Journeys He sets up his Rest: If at Morning o'er Earth 'tis his Fancy to run; At Night he reclines on his Thetis's Breast So when I am weary'd with wand'ring all Day; To Thee my Delight in the Evening I come: No Matter what Beauties I saw in my Way: They were but my Visits; but Thou art my Home Then finish, Dear Cloe, this Pastoral War; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree: For Thou art a Girl as much brighter than Her As He was a Poet sublimer than Me

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  • Matthew Prior