Poet in monastery needing year off (5)

I haven't cracked this one yet — but the brilliant team at Times for the Times have:

PRIOR{y} (monastery) On A Fart — Let In The House of Commons Reader, I was born, and cried; I crack’d, I smelt, and so I died. Like Julius Caesar’s was my death, Who in the senate lost his breath. Much alike entomb’d does lie The noble Romulus and I: And when I died, like Flora fair, I left the commonwealth my heir. Matthew Prior (1664–1721)