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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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VI.
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VII.
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VIII. A TWO PART SONG.
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XVI. LES ESTREINES.
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XVIII.
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XIX. ADVICE TO A LADY.
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XXIV.
  
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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Epigram.

My Lord there's a Christ'ning the Officer said,
The Gossips are ready, the Cushions are laid:
What, without my leave ask'd? said the Prelate inflam'd
Go lock up My Font, let the Infant be damn'd.
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