A LOVER's ANGER. Matthew Prior Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T075639 Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Poems on Several Occasions [English poems only]. London Printed for JACOB TONSON at Shakespear's-Head over against Katharine-Street in the Strand, and JOHN BARBER upon Lambeth-Hill. MDCCXVIII. 1718 p. 85. [42],506,[6]p.: ill.; 2°.

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A LOVER's ANGER . 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 ) 'tis Four . A Lady's Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels : 'Tis enough , that 'tis loaded with Baubles and Seals . A Temper so heedless no Mortal can bear — Thus far I went on with a resolute Air . Lord bless Me ! said She ; let a Body but speak : Here's an ugly hard Rose-Bud fall'n into my Neck : It has hurt Me , and vext Me to such a Degree — See here ; for You never believe Me ; pray see , On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made . So saying , her Bosom She careless display'd . That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey'd ; And forgot ev'ry Word I design'd to have said .