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Matthew Prior. Dialogues of the Dead and Other Works

in Prose and Verse. The Text Edited by A. R. Waller
Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

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DIALOGUES OF THE DEAD AND OTHER WORKS IN PROSE AND VERSE
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A SUPPLEMENT TO Mr. Prior's POEMS. Consisting Of such Pieces as are Omitted in the late Collection of his Works, and Others, now first Published, from his Original Manuscripts, in the Custody of his Friends.
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[POEMS FROM THE New Collection, 1725]
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[MISCELLANEOUS POEMS ETC., FROM THE COLLECTION OF DRIFT]
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THE EXAMINER. 7 SEPTEMBER 1710
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[MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, FROM THE COLLECTION OF EVANS, INCLUDING TWENTY-FOUR SONGS.]
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II. PARTING WITH FLAVIA.
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IV. TO PHILLIS.
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VIII. A TWO PART SONG.
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XVI. LES ESTREINES.
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XIX. ADVICE TO A LADY.
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TO THE REV. DR. FRANCIS TURNER, BISHOP OF ELY WHO HAD ADVISED A TRANSLATION OF PRUDENTIUS.
  
A PASTORAL.
  
THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE.
  
EPIGRAM, EXTEMPORE.
  
EPIGRAM ON BISHOP ATTERBURY.
  
ON BISHOP ATTE[R]BURY'S BURYING THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM, MDCCXX.
  
LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PRINT OF TOM BRITTON, the Small-coal-man, PAINTED BY Mr. WOOLASTON.
  
WRITTEN IN LADY HOWE'S OVID'S EPISTLES.
  
AN EPISTLE, MDCCXVI.
  
ANOTHER EPISTLE.
  
TRUE'S EPITAPH.
  
EPIGRAM.
  
UPON Playing at OMBRE, WITH TWO LADIES.
  
ON MY BIRTH-DAY.
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POEMS FROM THE LONGLEAT MSS.
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FRAGMENTS FROM PRIOR'S LETTERS, ETC.
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POEMS ATTRIBUTED TO PRIOR

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II. PARTING WITH FLAVIA.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

Come, weep no more, for 'tis in vain;
Torment not thus your pretty heart:
Think, Flavia, we may meet again,
As well as, that we now must part.
You sigh and weep: the Gods neglect
That precious dew your eyes let fall:
Our joy and grief with like respect
They mind; and that is, not at all.
We pray, in hopes they will be kind,
As if they did regard our state:
They hear; and the return we find
Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.
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Then clear your brow, and look more gay,
Do not yourself to grief resign;
Who knows but that those powers may
The pair, they now have parted, join?
But, since they have thus cruel been,
And could such constant lovers sever;
I dare not trust, lest now they're in,
They should divide us two for ever.
Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Remembering though upon what score;
This our last parting look believe,
Believe we must embrace no more.
Yet, should our sun shine out at last;
And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling cast,
To make two wandering lovers meet;
How great then would our pleasure be,
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd;
And we, who had no hopes to see
Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!
But say, Heaven should bring no relief,
Suppose our sun should never rise:
Why then what's due to such a grief,
We've paid already with our eyes.
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