Poems by John Wilmot
Love and Life
... This live-long minute true to thee, ...
All My Past Life...
... This live-long minute true to thee, ...
A Satyre Against Mankind
... And therefore what they fear, at heart they hate:But now, methinks some formal band and beard ...
A Woman's Honour
... Honour's got in, and keeps her heart, ...
To This Moment a Rebel
... Then what room for Despair, since Delight is Love's end ...
The Mistress
... Prove our heart's treasure fixed and dear, ...
A Satyre on Charles II
... Whilst she employs hands, fingers, mouth, and thighs, ...
Upon His Drinking a Bowl
... I'm none of those that took Maastricht, ...
Give Me Leave to Rail at You
... And makes the slave grow pleased again ...
Song
... Where porters with black-pots sit round a coal fire ...
Satyr
... Stumbling from thought to thought, falls headlong down, ...
The Platonic Lady
... Let's practice, then, and we shall prove ...
A Fragment of Seneca Translated
... Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept ...
Tunbridge Wells
... And this is grieved with headache, pangs, and throes ...
Absent of Thee I Languish Still
... May I contented there expire,Lest, once more wandering from that heaven, ...
