Matthew Prior

Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
Lays read more

Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.

Of two evils I have chose the least.

Of two evils I have chose the least.

The ends must justify the means.

The ends must justify the means.

Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the read more

Or have you mark'd a partridge quake,
Viewing the towering falcon nigh?
She cuddles low behind the brake:
Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.