Archive for January 2nd, 2012

Monday, 2 January 2012

To A Child of Quality by Matthew Prior

Five years old, 1704. The Author then forty.

Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band
  That wear the fair Miss Mary’s fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
  To show their passions by their letters.

My pen amongst the rest I took,
  Lest those bright eyes, that cannot read,
Should dart their kindling fire, and look
  The power they have to be obey’d.

Nor quality, nor reputation,
  Forbid me yet my flame to tell;
Dear Five-years-old befriends my passion,
  And I may write till she can spell.

For, while she makes her silkworms beds
  With all the tender things I swear;
Whilst all the house my passion reads,
  In papers round her baby’s hair;

She may receive and own my flame;
  For, though the strictest prudes should know it,
She’ll pass for a most virtuous dame,
  And I for an unhappy poet.

Then too, alas! when she shall tear
  The rhymes some younger rival sends,
She’ll give me leave to write, I fear,
  And we shall still continue friends.

For, as our different ages move,
  ‘Tis so ordain’d (would Fate but mend it!),
That I shall be past making love
  When she begins to comprehend it.

From: http://www.bartleby.com/101/423.html

Date: 1700

By: Matthew Prior (1664-1721)