A True Maid
Matthew Prior
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?
Next 10 Poems
- Matthew Prior : An Epitaph
- Matthew Prior : An Ode
- Matthew Prior : Cupid Mistaken
- Matthew Prior : For My Own Monument
- Matthew Prior : Horace, Lib. I, Epist. Ix, Imitated
- Matthew Prior : Jinny The Just
- Matthew Prior : On My Birthday, July 21
- Matthew Prior : Phyllis's Age
- Matthew Prior : Song
- Matthew Prior : The Lady Who Offers Her Looking-glass To Venus
Previous 10 Poems
- Matthew Prior : A Simile
- Matthew Prior : A Reasonable Affliction
- Matthew Prior : A Letter To Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-harley, When A Child
- Matthew Prior : A Better Answer
- E. J. Pratt : The Witches' Brew
- E. J. Pratt : The Toll Of The Bells
- E. J. Pratt : The Supreme Test
- E. J. Pratt : The Shark
- E. J. Pratt : The Sea-cat
- E. J. Pratt : The Return Of The Cat
