Portsmouth's Looking Glass

John Wilmot

Methinks I see you, newly risen
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,
To vanish and smooth o'er those graces,
You rubb'd off in your Night Embraces. 

Next 10 Poems

• John Wilmot : Return
• John Wilmot : Satire Against Reason And Mankind
• John Wilmot : Satyr
• John Wilmot : Signior Dildo
• John Wilmot : Song
• John Wilmot : The Disabled Debauchee
• John Wilmot : The Imperfect Enjoyment
• John Wilmot : The Mistress
• John Wilmot : The Mistress: A Song
• John Wilmot : The Platonic Lady

Previous 10 Poems

• John Wilmot : Poems To Mulgrave And Scroope
• John Wilmot : My Dear Mistress Has A Heart
• John Wilmot : Love And Life
• John Wilmot : I Cannot Change, As Others Do
• John Wilmot : Give Me Leave To Rail At You
• John Wilmot : Epitaph On Charles Ii
• John Wilmot : Constancy
• John Wilmot : By All Love's Soft, Yet Mighty Powers
• John Wilmot : An Allusion To Horace
• John Wilmot : All My Past Life...