Fire, Water, Woman, are Man's Ruin;
Says wise Professor Vander Bruin.
By Flames a House I hir'd was lost
Last Year: and I must pay the Cost.
This Spring the Rains o'erflow'd my Ground:
And my best Flanders Mare was drown'd.
A Slave I am to Clara's Eyes:
The Gipsey knows her Pow'r, and flies.
Fire, Water, Woman, are My Ruin:
And great Thy Wisdom, Vander Bruin.
More verses by Matthew Prior
- Phyllis's Age
- The Honest Shepherd
- The English Padlock
- An Epistle To Fleetwood Shephard, Esq. Burleigh, May 14, 1689
- An Extempore Invitation To The Earl Of Oxford, Lord High Treasurer