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My Light Thou Art
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.
Poems To Mulgrave And Scroope
Deare Friend. / I heare this Towne does soe abound, / With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found,
Portsmouth's Looking Glass
Methinks I see you, newly risen / From your embroider'd Bed and pissing, / With studied mien and much grimace,
Return
Absent from thee, I languish still; / Then ask me not, When I return? / The straying fool ’twill plainly kill
Satire Against Reason And Mankind
Were I (who to my cost already am / One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man) / A spirit free to choose, for my own share,
Signior Dildo
You ladies of merry England / Who have been to kiss the Duchess's hand, / Pray, did you not lately observe in the show
The Disabled Debauchee
As some brave admiral, in former war, / Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still, / Two rival fleets appearing from afar,
The Imperfect Enjoyment
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, / I filled with love, and she all over charms; / Both equally inspired with eager fire,
The Mistress
An age in her embraces passed / Would seem a winter's day; / When life and light, with envious haste,
The Platonic Lady
I could love thee till I die, / Would'st thou love me modestly, / And ne'er press, whilst I live,
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