Analysis of Fatal Love
Matthew Prior 1664 – 1721
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.
|Metre||11111101001 0101111111 11011011001 01101011011 111111101 111101111|
|Closest metre||Iambic hexameter|
|Letters per line (avg)||38|
|Words per line (avg)||9|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||226|
|Words per stanza (avg)||52|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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