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Matthew Prior - Fatal Love
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Poor Hal caught his death standing under a spout
Expecting till midnight when Nan would come out;
But fatal his patience, as cruel the dame,
And cursed was the weather that quench`d the man`s flame.
Whoe`er thou art that reads these moral lines,
Make love at home, and go to bed betimes.
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