Frank carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats;
He eats more than six, and drinks more than he eats.
Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes,
And seasons his whiffs with impertinent jokes:
Yet sighing, he says we must certainly break,
And my cruel unkindness compels him to speak,
For of late I invite him - but four times a week.
More verses by Matthew Prior
- Epigram - Yes, Every Poet Is A Fool
- An Ode To Mr. Howard
- The Wandering Pilgrim
- To My Lord Buckhurst, Very Young, Playing With A Cat
- To The Lady Elizabeth Harley, Since Marchioness Of Carmarthen, On A Column Of Her Drawing