Author: John Wilmot

Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired […]

An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter’s day; When life and light, with envious haste, Are torn […]

I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you, For you […]

Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose […]

Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight, “I’d fain have a prick, knew I how to come by’t. I […]

Absent from thee I languish still; Then ask me not, when I return? The straying fool ’twill plainly kill To […]

At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis’ lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, […]

Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found, With what of late […]

To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms, Great Love, at first sight of Olinda’s bright charms. Make […]

Were I – who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man – A spirit free […]