Matthew Prior

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

anger


Matthew Prior

For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.

beauty


Matthew Prior

Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.

dreams


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