Best 5 quotes of Matthew Prior on MyQuotes

Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.

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.

And hope is but a dream of those that wake.

The end must justify the means.

Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.