19 Total Quotes

Matthew Prior Quotes

Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet

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
#English Poet

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
#English Poet

Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Matthew Prior
#Song And Singing

For hope is but a dream for those that wake.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet #Hope

Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
Matthew Prior
#Dreams #English Poet

When people once are in the wrong, Each line they add is much too long; Who fastest walks, but walks astray, Is only furthest from his way.
Matthew Prior
#People

And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet

The ends must justify the means.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet

Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet

Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.
Matthew Prior
#Tact And Tactfulness

They talk most who have the least to say.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet

They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
Matthew Prior
#English Poet

I, MY dear, was born to-day-- So all my jolly comrades say: They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth, And ask to celebrate my birth: Little, alas! my comrades know That I was born to pain and woe; To thy denial, to thy scorn, Better I had ne'er been born: I wish to die, even whilst I say-- 'I, my dear, was born to-day.' I, my dear, was born to-day: Shall I salute the rising ray, Well-spring of all my joy and woe? Clotilda, thou alone dost know. Shall the wreath surround my hair? Or shall the music please my ear? Shall I my comrades' mirth receive, And bless my birth, and wish to live? Then let me see great Venus chase Imperious anger from thy face; Then let me hear thee smiling say-- 'Thou, my dear, wert born to-day.'
Matthew Prior
#Birthday

No, no; for my virginity, When I lose that, says Rose, I'll die: Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely sick?
Matthew Prior
#Short

VENUS, take my votive glass: Since I am not what I was, What from this day I shall be, Venus, let me never see.
Matthew Prior
#Short