 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
Song
[Att Last you'l force mee to confess]
Att Last you'l force mee to confessYou need noe arts to vanquish
Such charmes from Nature you posses
'Twere dullness, nott to Languish;
Yett spare A heart you may surprize
And give my Tongue the glory
To scorne, while my unfaithfull eyes
Betray a kinder story.
| The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | |