Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
Matthew Prior
And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive.
nations
To John I owed great obligation; But John, unhappily, thought fit To publish it to all the nation: Sure John and I are more than quit.
That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
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Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind.
faults virtues
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
anger
Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?
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