 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
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[My dear Mistris has a heart]
My dear Mistris has a heart,
Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When with Love's resistless Art,
And her eyes she did inslave me;
But her Constancy's so weak,
She's so wild and apt to wander,
That my Jealous heart wou'd break,
Should we live one day asunder.
Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When with Love's resistless Art,
And her eyes she did inslave me;
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She's so wild and apt to wander,
That my Jealous heart wou'd break,
Should we live one day asunder.
Melting Joys about her move
Killing Pleasures, wounding Blisses,
She can dress her Eyes in Love,
And her Lips can arm with Kisses;
Angels listen when she speaks,
She's my delight, all Mankinds wonder;
But my Jelous heart would break,
Should we live one day asunder.
Killing Pleasures, wounding Blisses,
She can dress her Eyes in Love,
And her Lips can arm with Kisses;
Angels listen when she speaks,
She's my delight, all Mankinds wonder;
But my Jelous heart would break,
Should we live one day asunder.
| The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | |