 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
Love and Life
a Song
All my past life is mine noe more
The flying Houres are gon
Like transitory Dreames giv'n ore
Whose Images are kept in Store
By Memory alone.
The flying Houres are gon
Like transitory Dreames giv'n ore
Whose Images are kept in Store
By Memory alone.
What ever is to come is not
How can it then be mine,
The present Moment's all my Lott
And that as fast as it is got
Phillis is wholy thine.
How can it then be mine,
The present Moment's all my Lott
And that as fast as it is got
Phillis is wholy thine.
Then talke 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.
False Hearts, and broken Vows,
If I, by Miracle can be,
This live-long Minute true to thee,
Tis all that Heav'n allows.
| The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | |