Fair Susan did her wif-hede well menteine,
Algates assaulted sore by letchours tweine;
Now, and I read aright that auncient song,
Olde were the paramours, the dame full yong.
Had thilke same tale in other guise been tolde;
Had they been young (pardie) and she been olde,
That, by St. Kit, had wrought much sorer tryal,
Full merveillous, I wrote, were swilk denyal.
More verses by Matthew Prior
- Epigram - Frank Carves Very Ill
- 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