Upon Nothing (John Wilmot Poems)
Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade, That hadst a being ere the world was made, And (well fixed) art ...
John Wilmot Poems (31 Poems)
Portsmouth’s Looking Glass (John Wilmot Poems)
Methinks I see you, newly risen From your embroider'd Bed and pissing, With studied mien and much grimace, Present yourself ...
A Woman’s Honour (John Wilmot Poems)
Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; Phyllis continued still unkind: Then you may e'en despair, he said, In vain ...
By All Love’s Soft, Yet Mighty Powers (John Wilmot Poems)
By all love's soft, yet mighty powers, It is a thing unfit, That men should fuck in time of flowers, ...
To This Moment a Rebel (John Wilmot Poems)
To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms, Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms. Make ...
The Imperfect Enjoyment (John Wilmot Poems)
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired ...
The Mistress (John Wilmot Poems)
An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter's day; When life and light, with envious haste, Are torn ...
An Allusion to Horace (John Wilmot Poems)
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
A Satyre on Charles II (John Wilmot Poems)
In th' isle ...
A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover (John Wilmot Poems)
Ancient Person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it e'er thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy ...
To His Mistress (John Wilmot Poems)
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny The sunshine of the ...
The Disabled Debauchee (John Wilmot Poems)
As some brave admiral, in former war, Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still, Two rival fleets appearing from ...
Upon His Drinking a Bowl (John Wilmot Poems)
Vulcan, contrive me such a cup As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask ...
Signior Dildo (John Wilmot Poems)
You ladies of merry England Who have been to kiss the Duchess's hand, Pray, did you not lately observe in ...
Give Me Leave to Rail at You (John Wilmot Poems)
Give me leave to rail at you, - I ask nothing but my due: To call you false, and then ...
I Cannot Change, As Others Do (John Wilmot Poems)
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you, For you ...
Song (John Wilmot Poems)
Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight, "I'd fain have a prick, knew I how to come by't. I ...
Poems to Mulgrave and Scroope (John Wilmot Poems)
Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found, With what of late ...
Satyr (John Wilmot Poems)
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
A Ramble in St. James’s Park (John Wilmot Poems)
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
The Platonic Lady (John Wilmot Poems)
I could love thee till I die, Would'st thou love me modestly, And ne'er press, whilst I live, For more ...
Constancy (John Wilmot Poems)
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain, that sighs for you For you ...
A Fragment of Seneca Translated (John Wilmot Poems)
After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay ...
My Dear Mistress Has a Heart (John Wilmot Poems)
My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When with love's resistless art, And ...
Tunbridge Wells (John Wilmot Poems)
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Love and Life (John Wilmot Poems)
All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er, Whose images ...
Absent of Thee I Languish Still (John Wilmot Poems)
Absent from thee I languish still; Then ask me not, when I return? The straying fool 'twill plainly kill To ...
All My Past Life… (John Wilmot Poems)
All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images ...
Epitaph on Charles II (John Wilmot Poems)
Here lies a great and mighty King, Whose promise none relied on; He never said a foolish thing, Nor ever ...
A Satyre Against Mankind (John Wilmot Poems)
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...