Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

Lord John Wilmot Poems

1. A Fragment Of Seneca Translated 1/3/2003
2. A Satyre Against Mankind 1/3/2003
3. A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover 1/3/2003
4. A Woman's Honour 1/3/2003
5. Absent Of Thee I Languish Still 1/3/2003
6. Against Constancy 4/2/2010
7. All My Past Life... 1/3/2003
8. Constancy 1/3/2003
9. Epitaph On Charles Ii 1/3/2003
10. Give Me Leave To Rail At You 1/3/2003
11. God Bless Our Good And Gracious King 4/2/2010
12. I Cannot Change, As Others Do 1/3/2003
13. Love And Life 1/3/2003
14. My Dear Mistress Has A Heart 1/3/2003
15. My Light Thou Art 4/2/2010
16. Poems To Mulgrave And Scroope 1/3/2003
17. Portsmouth's Looking Glass 1/3/2003
18. Return 4/2/2010
19. Satyr 1/3/2003
20. Signior Dildo 1/3/2003
21. The Disabled Debauchee 1/3/2003
22. The Dying Lover 4/2/2010
23. The Mistress 1/3/2003
24. The Platonic Lady 1/3/2003
25. To His Mistress 1/3/2003
26. To This Moment A Rebel 1/3/2003
27. Tunbridge Wells 1/3/2003
28. Upon Nothing 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Lord John Wilmot

I Cannot Change, As Others Do

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 love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.

When, killed with grief, Amintas lies
And you to mind shall call,
The sighs that now unpitied rise,
The tears that vainly fall,
That welcome hour that ends this smart
Will then begin your pain;
For such a fauthful tender heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.

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The Platonic Lady

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 sufficient be to prove
I'd understand the art of love.

I hate the thing is called enjoyment:
Besides it is a dull employment,

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