John Wilmot
John Wilmot
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester, was an English poet and courtier of King Charles II's Restoration court. The Restoration reacted against the "spiritual authoritarianism" of the Puritan era. Rochester was the embodiment of the new era, and he is as well known for his rakish lifestyle as his poetry, although the two were often interlinked. He died at the age of 33 from venereal disease...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth1 April 1647
broken lovers fainting
Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.
interesting mind world
I have to speak my mind. Because what is in my mind is always more interesting than what is happening in the world outside my mind.
heat chemistry equal
Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat.
jealous fate thinking
'Tis dangerous to think - For who by thinking tempts his jealous Fate, Is straight arraign'd as Traytor to the State, And none that come within the Verge of Sense, Have to Preferment now the least Pretence. . . .
world rochester lumber
Dead we become the lumber of the world.
self born
Born to myself, I like myself alone.
women farewell drinking
Farewell, woman! I intend Henceforth every night to sit With my lewd, well-natured friend, Drinking to engender wit.
marriage daughter mother
Mothers who force their daughters into interested marriage, are worse than the Ammonites who sacrificed their children to Moloch--the latter undergoing a speedy death, the former suffering years of torture, but too frequently leading to the same result.
kindness greatness men
To pick out the wildest and most fantastical odd man alive, and to place your kindness there, is an act so brave and daring as will show the greatness of your spirit and distinguish you in love, as you are in all things else, from womankind.
hate thrones france
All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on, From the hector of France to the cully of Britain.
dog animal proud
I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, or anything but that vain animal who is so proud of being rational.
drug theatre quality
The theatre is my drug. And my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality.
marriage wife life-is
The clog of all pleasure, the luggage of life, is the best can be said for a very good wife.
suits vices want
Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense