A Woman's Honour by John Wilmot

"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 wa"

"Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who f*cks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do hear From those that diet at the Bear), Wh"

"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."

"Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening eye? Without thy light what"

"The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad Atlantic's"

"I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendez"