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John Wilmot - By All Love`s Soft, Yet Mighty Powers
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By all love`s soft, yet mighty powers,
It is a thing unfit,
That men should fuck in time of flowers,
Or when the smock`s beshit.

Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind,
And all my joys restore;
By using paper still behind,
And sponges for before.

My spotless flames can ne`er decay,
If after every close,
My smoking prick escape the fray,
Without a bloody nose.

If thou would have me true, be wise,
And take to cleanly sinning,
None but fresh lovers` pricks can rise,
At Phyllis in foul linen.
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