 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
Song.
[By all Loves soft, yet mighty Pow'rs]
By all Loves soft, yet mighty Pow'rs,
It is a thing unfit,
That Men shou'd Fuck in time of Flow'rs,
Or when the Smock's beshit.
It is a thing unfit,
That Men shou'd Fuck in time of Flow'rs,
Or when the Smock's beshit.
Fair nasty Nymph, be clean and kind,
And all my joys restore;
By using Paper still behind,
And Spunges for before.
And all my joys restore;
By using Paper still behind,
And Spunges for before.
My spotless Flames can ne're decay,
If after ev'ry close,
My smoaking Prick escape the Fray,
Without a Bloody Nose;
If after ev'ry close,
My smoaking Prick escape the Fray,
Without a Bloody Nose;
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If thou wou'dst have me true, be wise,
And take to cleanly sinning;
None but fresh Lovers Pricks can rise,
At Phillis in foul linnen.
And take to cleanly sinning;
None but fresh Lovers Pricks can rise,
At Phillis in foul linnen.
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