Lord John Wilmot
A Woman’s Honour by Lord John Wilmot

A Woman’s Honour by Lord John Wilmot

Love bade me hope, and I obeyed;Phyllis continued still unkind:Then you may e'en despair, he said,In vain I strive to change her mind.Honour's got in, and keeps her heart,Durst he ...

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A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover by Lord John Wilmot

A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover by Lord John Wilmot

Ancient Person, for whom IAll the flattering youth defy,Long be it e'er thou grow old,Aching, shaking, crazy cold;But still continue as thou art,Ancient Person of my heart.On thy ...

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Portsmouth’s Looking Glass by Lord John Wilmot

Portsmouth’s Looking Glass by Lord John Wilmot

Methinks I see you, newly risenFrom your embroider'd Bed and pissing,With studied mien and much grimace,Present yourself before your glass,To vanish and smooth o'er those ...

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To His Mistress by Lord John Wilmot

To His Mistress by Lord John Wilmot

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O whyDoes that eclipsing hand of thine denyThe sunshine of the Sun's enlivening eye? Without thy light what light remains in me?Thou art my ...

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Signior Dildo by Lord John Wilmot

Signior Dildo by Lord John Wilmot

You ladies of merry EnglandWho have been to kiss the Duchess's hand,Pray, did you not lately observe in the showA noble Italian called Signior Dildo?This signior was one of the ...

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A Fragment Of Seneca Translated by Lord John Wilmot

A Fragment Of Seneca Translated by Lord John Wilmot

After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.Let the ambitious zealot lay asideHis hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;Let slavish ...

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Absent Of Thee I Languish Still by Lord John Wilmot

Absent Of Thee I Languish Still by Lord John Wilmot

Absent from thee I languish still;Then ask me not, when I return?The straying fool 'twill plainly killTo wish all day, all night to mourn.Dear! from thine arms then let me ...

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Love And Life by Lord John Wilmot

Love And Life by Lord John Wilmot

All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone,Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er,Whose images are kept in storeBy memory alone.The time that is to come is not;How can ...

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I Cannot Change, As Others Do by Lord John Wilmot

I Cannot Change, As Others Do by Lord John Wilmot

I cannot change, as others do,Though you unjustly scorn;Since that poor swain that sighs for you,For you alone was born.No, Phyllis, no, your heart to moveA surer way I'll try:And ...

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Constancy by Lord John Wilmot

Constancy by Lord John Wilmot

I cannot change, as others do,Though you unjustly scorn;Since that poor swain, that sighs for youFor you alone was born.No, Phyllis, no, your heart to moveA surer way I'll try:And ...

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All My Past Life… by Lord John Wilmot

All My Past Life… by Lord John Wilmot

All my past life is mine no more,The flying hours are gone,Like transitory dreams given o'er,Whose images are kept in storeBy memory alone.What ever is to come is not,How can it ...

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My Dear Mistress Has A Heart by Lord John Wilmot

My Dear Mistress Has A Heart by Lord John Wilmot

My dear mistress has a heartSoft as those kind looks she gave me,When with love's resistless art,And her eyes, she did enslave me;But her constancy's so weak,She's so wild and apt ...

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The Mistress by Lord John Wilmot

The Mistress by Lord John Wilmot

An age in her embraces passedWould seem a winter's day;When life and light, with envious haste,Are torn and snatched away.But, oh! how slowly minutes roll.When absent from her ...

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Against Constancy by Lord John Wilmot

Against Constancy by Lord John Wilmot

Tell me no more of constancy,The frivolous pretenseOf old age, narrow jealousy,Disease, and want of sense.Let duller fools on whom kind chanceSome easy heart has thrown,Despairing ...

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Give Me Leave To Rail At You by Lord John Wilmot

Give Me Leave To Rail At You by Lord John Wilmot

Give me leave to rail at you, -I ask nothing but my due:To call you false, and then to sayYou shall not keep my heart a day.But alas! against my willI must be your captive ...

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Epitaph On Charles Ii by Lord John Wilmot

Epitaph On Charles Ii by Lord John Wilmot

Here lies a great and mighty King,Whose promise none relied on;He never said a foolish thing,Nor ever did a wise one.

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The Disabled Debauchee by Lord John Wilmot

The Disabled Debauchee by Lord John Wilmot

As some brave admiral, in former war,Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still,Two rival fleets appearing from afar,Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill;From whence (with ...

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A Satyre Against Mankind by Lord John Wilmot

A Satyre Against Mankind by Lord John Wilmot

Were I - who to my cost already amOne of those strange, prodigious creatures, man -A spirit free to choose for my own shareWhat sort of flesh and blood I pleased to wear,I'd be a ...

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Poems To Mulgrave And Scroope by Lord John Wilmot

Poems To Mulgrave And Scroope by Lord John Wilmot

Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found, With what of late wee (in Poetique Rage) Bestowing, threw away on the dull Age; But ...

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The Platonic Lady by Lord John Wilmot

The Platonic Lady by Lord John Wilmot

I could love thee till I die,Would'st thou love me modestly,And ne'er press, whilst I live,For more than willingly I would give:Which should sufficient be to proveI'd understand ...

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My Light Thou Art by Lord John Wilmot

My Light Thou Art by Lord John Wilmot

My light thou art, without thy glorious sightMy eyes are darkened with eternal night;My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.Thou art my way, I wander if thou fly;Thou art my ...

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To This Moment A Rebel by Lord John Wilmot

To This Moment A Rebel by Lord John Wilmot

To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms,Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms.Make proud and secure by such forces as these,You may now play the tyrant as soon ...

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Return by Lord John Wilmot

Return by Lord John Wilmot

Absent from thee, I languish still;Then ask me not, When I return?The straying fool 'twill plainly killTo wish all day, all night to mourn.Dear, from thine arms then let me ...

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Upon Nothing by Lord John Wilmot

Upon Nothing by Lord John Wilmot

Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade,That hadst a being ere the world was made,And (well fixed) art alone of ending not afraid.Ere time and place were, time and place were ...

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Satyr by Lord John Wilmot

Satyr by Lord John Wilmot

Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose for my own share, What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare, I'd ...

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Tunbridge Wells by Lord John Wilmot

Tunbridge Wells by Lord John Wilmot

At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his headFrom Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed,And mounting steed, I trotted to the watersThe rendesvous of fools, buffoons, and ...

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The Dying Lover by Lord John Wilmot

The Dying Lover by Lord John Wilmot

I cannot change, as others do,Though you unjustly scorn;Since that poor swain that sighs for you,For you alone was born.No, Phyllis, no, your heart to moveA surer way I'll try:And ...

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God Bless Our Good And Gracious King by Lord John Wilmot

God Bless Our Good And Gracious King by Lord John Wilmot

God bless our good and gracious kind,Whose promise none relies on,Who never said a foolish thing,Nor ever did a wise one.

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