Quote #12
Venus, take my votive glass; Since I am not what I was, What from this day I shall be, Venus, let me never see.
More from Matthew Prior
- To John I owed great obligation; But John, unhappily, thought fit To publish it to all the nation: Sure John and I are more than quit.
- Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?
- Till their own dreams at length decive 'em, And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
- His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach.
- And often took leave, but was loth to depart.
- Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
- He ranged his tropes, and preached up patience; Backed his opinion with quotations.
- And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive.