Poems by John Wilmot
The Imperfect Enjoyment
... May’st thou never piss, who didst refuse to spend ...
A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover
... Yet still I love thee without art, ...
Love and Life: A Song
... Like transitory dreams givn oer, ...
Constancy
... Since that poor swain, that sighs for you ...
Upon Nothing
... Lawn Sleeves, and Furs, and Gowns, when they, like thee, look wise ...
The Mock Song
... To wish those eyes, to wish those eyes fucked out ...
To His Mistress
... Thou art the pilgrims path, the blind mans eye, ...
The Disabled Debauchee
... I’ll tell of whores attacked, their lords at home ...
By All Love's Soft, Yet Mighty Powers
... That men should fuck in time of flowers, ...
An Allusion to Horace
... 'Till the throng'd Play-House, crack with the dull Load ...
Signior Dildo
... He'd keep their fine wives from the foremen o'their shops ...
I Cannot Change, As Others Do
... Will still love on, will still love on, and die ...
Poems to Mulgrave and Scroope
... T'obtaine one Line, of your well worded Sense I'd be content t'have writ the Brittish Prince ...
A Ramble in St. James's Park
... How infinitely vile, when fair!Three knights o' the' elbow and the slur ...
My Dear Mistress Has a Heart
... She's my delight, all mankind's wonder ...
