Lord John Wilmot's Poetry, by first line

• A Fragment of Seneca Translated

  After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,
  The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.

  18 lines
• Absent of Thee I Languish Still

  Absent from thee I languish still;
  Then ask me not, when I return?

  16 lines
• An Allusion to Horace

  Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes,
  Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times:

  124 lines
• Constancy

  I cannot change, as others do,
  Though you unjustly scorn;

  16 lines
• Give Me Leave to Rail at You

  Give me leave to rail at you, -
  I ask nothing but my due:

  16 lines
• Love and Life

  All my past life is mine no more,
  The flying hours are gone,

  15 lines
• My Dear Mistress Has a Heart

  My dear mistress has a heart
  Soft as those kind looks she gave me,

  16 lines
• Poems to Mulgrave and Scroope

  Deare Friend.
  I heare this Towne does soe abound,

  101 lines
• Portsmouth's Looking Glass

  Methinks I see you, newly risen
  From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,

  6 lines
• A Satyre Against Mankind

  Were I (who to my cost already am
  One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)

  225 lines
• To His Mistress

  Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why
  Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny

  36 lines, 1 comment
• Upon Nothing

  Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade,
  That hadst a being ere the world was made,

  51 lines
• Upon His Drinking a Bowl

  Vulcan, contrive me such a cup
  As Nestor used of old;

  24 lines, 1 comment
• The Disabled Debauchee

  As some brave admiral, in former war,
  Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still,

  48 lines, 1 comment
• Epitaph on Charles II.

  Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King,
  Whose word no man relies on,

  4 lines
• Return

  Absent from thee, I languish still;
  Then ask me not, When I return?

  18 lines
• The Mistress

  An age in her embraces passed
  Would seem a winter's day;

  43 lines
• A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover

  Ancient Person, for whom I
  All the flattering youth defy,

  26 lines
• Tunbridge Wells

  At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head
  From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed,

  175 lines, 1 comment
• By All Love's Soft, Yet Mighty Powers

  By all love's soft, yet mighty powers,
  It is a thing unfit,

  18 lines, 2 comments
• A Letter from Artemesia in the Town to Chloe in the Country

  Chloe,
  In verse by your command I write.

  266 lines
• God Bless Our Good and Gracious King

  God bless our good and gracious kind,
  Whose promise none relies on,

  3 lines
• I cannot change as others do

  I cannot change, as others do,
  Though you unjustly scorn;

  17 lines
• The Dying Lover

  I cannot change, as others do,
  Though you unjustly scorn;

  17 lines
• The Platonic Lady

  I could love thee till I die,
  Would'st thou love me modestly,

  24 lines
• A Satyre on Charles II

  [Rochester had to flee the court for several months
  after handing this to the King by mistake.]

  35 lines
• Song

  Love a woman? You're an ass.
  'Tis a most insipid passion

  18 lines
• A Woman's Honour

  Love bade me hope, and I obeyed;
  Phyllis continued still unkind:

  24 lines
• A Ramble in St. James's Park

  Much wine had passed, with grave discourse
  Of who fucks who, and who does worse

  166 lines
• My Light Thou Art

  My light thou art, without thy glorious sight
  My eyes are darkened with eternal night;

  10 lines

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