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…
Born in Middlesex in 1664, Matthew Prior was a poet and experienced diplomat and is noted for the range of work that he produced from humorous poems to more ambitious epic works. Although he was largely successful as a poet, he often treated it as a pleasurable pastime rather than a true calling. His father was a joiner and moved to London shortly after Prior’s birth, later sending his son to Westminster School. When Prior’s father died, he was given over to his uncle and received his first taste of patronage when Lord Dorset offered to pay for his continuing education at Westminster. Prior later took up a scholarship, against the wishes of his new patron, to attend St John’s College. Prior made friends with Charles Montague and would collaborate on satirical works such as City Mouse and Country Mouse. He left college with a degree in 1688 but it was the publication of this work that secured him financially as a satirist, the kind of poet who was much in demand at the time. Prior was sent to the serve in the embassy at the Hague and a few years later, because of his success, was appointed to the King’s court. Over the years, Prior proved himself as an able diplomat and helped King William as one of his secretaries on many occasions. He was also sent to France to accompany the ambassador there because of his proficiency in the language. Whilst he was busier on the diplomatic front than as a poet, Prior used writing verse as a means for obtaining extra income. In Paris he wrote such works as The Secretary and another piece on the attempted murder of King William that proved very popular. Once he returned from Paris, Prior enjoyed more success and was promoted to Under Secretary of State. He also, for a while in 1701, served as a member of parliament. Whilst things changed somewhat after the death of King William, which meant that he faded into the political wilderness for a few year, Prior came into favor with the Tories around 1710 and served sometimes as an ambassador and quite frequently as a spy. The political landscape changed again when Queen Anne died and Prior was impeached by the Whig government that took over, spending two years under lock and key. Prior treated this restriction on his movements as he did everything else in his life and composed a number of poetic works whilst his freedom was curtailed. Publishing poems such as Alma: Or the Progress of the Mind earned him a good deal of money for the time and allowed him to live in comfort. Retired from public life, Prior died in 1721 at the age of 57. Throughout his life he developed an ethos of hard work combined with a gregarious love of life and much of his attitude is reflected in his most humorous work Alma. He was buried in Westminster Abbey and a monument to his life stands in Poet’s Corner.
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Fire, Water, Woman, are Man's Ruin; Says wise Professor Vander Bruin. By Flames a House I hir'd was lost Last Year: and I must pay the Cost.…
When famed Varelst this little wonder drew, Flora vouchsafed the growing works to view; Finding the painter's science at a stand, The goddess snatch'd the pencil from his hand,…
MY noble, lovely, little Peggy, Let this my First Epistle beg ye, At dawn of morn, and close of even, To lift your heart and hands to Heaven.…
MY noble, lovely, little Peggy, Let this my First Epistle beg ye, At dawn of morn, and close of even, To lift your heart and hands to Heaven.…
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must sing Successive conquests and a glorious King; Must of a man immortal vainly boast, And bring him laurels whatsoe'er they cost,…
But shall we take the Muse abroad, To drop her idly on the road, And leave our subject in the middle, As Butler did his Bear and Fiddle?…
As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day, I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay? In your Life-time You never regarded your Hour: You promis'd at Two; and (pray look Child) 't…
Dulce est desipere in loco. Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it: So might not Bacchus give You Law?…
The train of equipage and pomp of state, The shining sideboard and the burnish'd plate, Let other ministers, great Anne, require, And partial fall thy gift to their desire.…
Sir, As once a twelvemonth to the priest, Holy at Rome, here Antichrist, The Spanish king presents a jennet…
Interr'd beneath this marble stone, Lie saunt'ring Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this globe their courses run;…
My Lord, Our weekly friends to-morrow meet At Matthew's palace in Duke-street, To try for once if they can dine…
The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure; But Cloe is my real flame.…
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose By which thy close thy constant enemy Has softly lull'd thee to thy woes?…
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