While faster than his costive brain indites
Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes;
His case appears to me like honest Teague's,
When he was run away with by his legs.
Phoebus, give Philo o'er himself command;
Quicken his senses, or restrain his hand;
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So he may cease to write, and learn to think.
More verses by Matthew Prior
- On A Picture Of Seneca Dying In A Bath, By Jordain
- Nell And John
- Ode - Promesse De L'Amour
- Down-Hall. A Ballad.
- Cantata. Set By Mons. Galliard