Lord John Wilmot
Lord John Wilmot Poems
- Love And Life All my past life is mine no more, The flying ...
- To His Mistress Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O ...
- A Song Of A Young Lady To Her ...
- Constancy I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly...
- I Cannot Change, As Others Do I cannot change, as others ...
- All My Past Life... All my past life is mine no more, The ...
- Signior Dildo You ladies of merry England Who have been to ...
Wilmot was born at Ditchley in Oxfordshire, England. He was the son of a Cavalier hero and his deeply religious wife. By the age of eighteen he had already been involved in a number of affairs, one of which resulted in the birth of an illegitimate daughter. In 1665 he kidnapped the much sought after heiress Elizabeth Malet, whom he later married. His rakish lifestyle and wit earned him the favour of Charles II and he remained a favourite of the king even though he was banished from the court on a number of occasions.
Wilmot's poetry often expresses a feeling of disgust at the futile nature of his life, a life he seemed to repent for during its last year, whilst being cared for by... more »
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Love And Life
All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is only thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that Heav'n allows.