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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?
Matthew Prior -
Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,And often took leave, but was loth to depart.
Matthew Prior
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Our hopes, like towering falcons, aimAt objects in an airy height;The little pleasure of the gameIs from afar to view the flight.
Matthew Prior -
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Matthew Prior -
His noble negligences teachWhat others' toils despair to reach.
Matthew Prior -
Till their own dreams at length decive 'em,And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
Matthew Prior