Author: John Wilmot

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

[Rochester had to flee the court for several months After handing this to the King by mistake.] In th’ isle […]

All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o’er, Whose images […]

Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do […]

My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When with love’s resistless art, And […]

Ancient Person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it e’er thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy […]

Vulcan, contrive me such a cup As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask […]

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny The sunshine of the […]

Give me leave to rail at you, – I ask nothing but my due: To call you false, and then […]

All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams giv’n o’er, Whose images […]

Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade, That hadst a being ere the world was made, And (well fixed) art […]

Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; Phyllis continued still unkind: Then you may e’en despair, he said, In vain […]

After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay […]

You ladies of merry England Who have been to kiss the Duchess’s hand, Pray, did you not lately observe in […]

Well Sir, ’tis granted, I said Dryden’s Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there […]

By all love’s soft, yet mighty powers, It is a thing unfit, That men should fuck in time of flowers, […]

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 […]