Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
– 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.
– Matthew Prior
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
– Matthew Prior
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
– Matthew Prior
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
– Matthew Prior
It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
– Matthew Prior
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
– Matthew Prior
They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
– Matthew Prior
They talk most who have the least to say.
– 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.
– Matthew Prior
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
– Matthew Prior
Be to her virtues very kind. Be to her faults a little blind.