Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG (14), by JOHN WILMOT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How happy, chloris, were they free Last Line: The lusty juice of men. Alternate Author Name(s): Rochester, 2d Earl Of Subject(s): Passion | ||||||||
How happy, Chloris, were they free, Might our enjoyments prove, But you with formal jealousy Are still tormenting love. Let us, since wit instructs us how, Raise pleasure to the top: If rival bottle you'll allow, I'll suffer rival fop. There's not a brisk, insipid spark That flutters in the town, But with your wanton eyes you mark The coxcomb for your own. You never think it worth your care How empty nor how dull The heads of your admirers are, So that their cods be full. All this you freely may confess, Yet we'll not disagree, For did you love your pleasure less, You were not fit for me. While I, my passion to pursue, Am whole nights taking in The lusty juice of grapes, take you The lusty juice of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPULDURCOMBE PARK by AMY LOWELL FIVE ACCOUNTS OF A MONOGAMOUS MAN by WILLIAM MEREDITH ON PASSION AS A LITERARY TRADITION by JOHN CIARDI LES GRANDES PASSIONS MANQUEES by IRVING FELDMAN |
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