John Wilmot Poems (31 Poems)
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, Or when the smock’s beshit. Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind, And all my joys restore; By using paper … Continue reading
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 with eager fire, Melting through kindness, flaming in desire. With arms,legs,lips close clinging to embrace, She clips me to her … Continue reading
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 found of his, So blindly partial, to deny me this? But that his Plays, Embroider’d up and downe, With Witt, … Continue reading
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 cold; But still continue as thou art, Ancient Person of my heart. On thy withered lips and dry, Which like … Continue reading
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 afar, Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill; From whence (with thoughts full of concern) he views The wise … Continue reading
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 the show A noble Italian called Signior Dildo? This signior was one of the Duchess’s train And helped to conduct … Continue reading
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 alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move A surer way I’ll try: And to revenge my slighted … Continue reading
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 wee (in Poetique Rage) Bestowing, threw away on the dull Age; But (howsoe’re Envy, their Spleen may raise, To Robb … Continue reading
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 hear From those that diet at the Bear), When I, who still take care to see Drunkenness relieved by lechery, … Continue reading
Constancy (John Wilmot Poems)
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain, that sighs for you For you alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move A surer way I’ll try: And to revenge my slighted … Continue reading
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