Matthew Prior (July 21, 1664 September 18, 1721) was an English poet and diplomat.
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?
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
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