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| 4381. | The Imperfect Enjoyment by John Wilmot | | 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 kind... |
| 4382. | Poems to Mulgrave and Scroope by John Wilmot | | Deare Friend.
I heare this Towne does soe abound,
With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found,
With what of late wee (in Poetique Rage)
Best... |
| 4383. | A Ramble in St. James's Park by John Wilmot | | 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),
Wh... |
| 4384. | All My Past Life... by John Wilmot | | All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
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| 4385. | Upon Nothing by John Wilmot | | Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade,
That hadst a being ere the world was made,
And (well fixed) art alone of ending not afraid.
Ere time and... |
| 4386. | Upon His Drinking a Bowl by John Wilmot | | Vulcan, contrive me such a cup
As Nestor used of old;
Show all thy skill to trim it up,
Damask it round with gold.
Make it so large that, filled... |
| 4387. | The Platonic Lady by John Wilmot | | I could love thee till I die,
Would'st thou love me modestly,
And ne'er press, whilst I live,
For more than willingly I would give:
Which should s... |
| 4388. | Epitaph on Charles II by John Wilmot | | Here lies a great and mighty King,
Whose promise none relied on;
He never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one. ... |
| 4389. | Portsmouth's Looking Glass by John Wilmot | | Methinks I see you, newly risen
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,
To ... |
| 4390. | Asparagus by Marriott Edgar | | Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races,
A thing as he'd ne'er done before,
And as luck always follers beginners,
Won five pounds, no-less and no-more.
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