The Imperfect Enjoyment Flashcards
Both equally inspired
With eager fire
Melting through kindness
And flaming in desire
I should prepare to throw
The all dissolving thunderbolt below
Which should convey my
Soul up to her heart
In liquid raptures,
I dissolve all over her
Her hand, her foot,
Her very look’s a cunt
My panting bosom,
‘Is there then no more?’
All this to love and rapture’s due,
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?
But I, the most
Forlorn, lost man alive
To showed my wished
Obedience vainly strive
Eager desires confound
My first intent
Succeeding shame does
More success prevent
And rage at last
Confirms me impotent
Warms no more than fire
To ashes could past flames restore
A wishing, weak,
Unmoving limp I lie
With virgin blood ten
Thousand maids has dyed
That it through every cunt
Reached every heart
False to my fashion,
Fatal to my fame
But if his King or
Country claim his aid
But when great love, the onset
Does command, thou dar’st not stand
As hogs on grates do
Rub themselves and grunt
And may ten thousand abler pricks agree
To do the wronged Corrina right for thee
Like a withered
Flower
Which nature still
Directed with such art
I filled with love,
And she all over charms