I Wanted To Steal You
All my past life is mine no more;
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o’er
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
Whatever is to come is not:
How can it then be mine?
The present moment’s all my lot,
And that as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is wholly thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,
Fake hearts and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This livelong minute true to thee,
‘Tis all that heaven allows
‘Love and Life’
John Wilmot.
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o’er
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
Whatever is to come is not:
How can it then be mine?
The present moment’s all my lot,
And that as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is wholly thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,
Fake hearts and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This livelong minute true to thee,
‘Tis all that heaven allows
‘Love and Life’
John Wilmot.
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A moment.
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi c’est soir?