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God Bless Our Good and Gracious King

God bless our good and gracious kind,

Whose promise none relies on,

Who never said a foolish thing,

Nor ever did a wise one.

Lord John Wilmot

My Light Thou Art

My light thou art, without thy glorious sight

My eyes are darkened with eternal night;

My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.

Thou art my way, I wander if thou fly;

Thou art my light, if hid, how blind am I!

Thou art my life, if thou withdraw'st I die.

Thou art my life; if thou but turn away,

My life's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way;

Lord John Wilmot

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;

Lord John Wilmot

A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover

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 barren furrows lie,

Lord John Wilmot

Upon His Drinking a Bowl

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 with sack

Up to the swelling brim,

Vast toasts on the delicious lake

Like ships at sea may swim.

Lord John Wilmot

To This Moment a Rebel

To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms,

Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms.

Make proud and secure by such forces as these,

You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.

When Innocence, Beauty, and Wit do conspire

To betray, and engage, and inflame my Desire,

Why should I decline what I cannot avoid?

And let pleasing Hope by base Fear be destroyed?

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.

Lord John Wilmot

A Satyre on Charles II

In th' isle of Britain, long since famous grown

For breeding the best cunts in Christendom,

There reigns, and oh! long may he reign and thrive,

The easiest King and best bred man alive.

Him no ambition moves to get reknown

Like the French fool, that wanders up and down

Starving his people, hazarding his crown.

Peace is his aim, his gentleness is such,

Lord John Wilmot

Against Constancy

Tell me no more of constancy,

The frivolous pretense

Of old age, narrow jealousy,

Disease, and want of sense.

Let duller fools on whom kind chance

Some easy heart has thrown,

Despairing higher to advance,

Be kind to one alone.

Lord John Wilmot

Give Me Leave to Rail at You

Give me leave to rail at you, -

I ask nothing but my due:

To call you false, and then to say

You shall not keep my heart a day.

But alas! against my will

I must be your captive still.

Ah! be kinder, then, for I

Cannot change, and would not die.

Lord John Wilmot

An Allusion to Horace

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, and Learning, justly pleas'd the Towne,

In the same paper, I as freely owne:

Yet haveing this allow'd, the heavy Masse,

Lord John Wilmot

My Dear Mistress Has a Heart

My dear mistress has a heart

Soft as those kind looks she gave me,

When with love's resistless art,

And her eyes, she did enslave me;

But her constancy's so weak,

She's so wild and apt to wander,

That my jealous heart would break

Should we live one day asunder.

Lord John Wilmot