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Matthew Prior - A Lover`s Anger
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As Cloe came into the Room t`other Day,
I peevish began; Where so long cou`d You stay?
In your Life-time You never regarded your Hour:
You promis`d at Two; and (pray look Child) `tis Four.
A Lady`s Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels:
`Tis enough, that `tis loaded with Baubles and Seals.
A Temper so heedless no Mortal can bear—
Thus far I went on with a resolute Air.
Lord bless Me! said She; let a Body but speak:
Here`s an ugly hard Rose-Bud fall`n into my Neck:
It has hurt Me, and vext Me to such a Degree—
See here; for You never believe Me; pray see,
On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made.
So saying, her Bosom She careless display`d.
That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey`d;
And forgot ev`ry Word I design`d to have said.
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