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
english-writer men
For all men would be cowards if they durst.
age hand life painful search
Then Old Age and Experience, hand in hand,Lead him to death, and make him understand,After a search so painful and so long,That all his life he has been in the wrong.
age hand lead life painful search
Then Old Age and Experience, hand in hand, Lead him to death, and make him understand, After a search so painful and so long, That all his life he has been in the wrong.
age-and-aging applied bid dead fair fire flames frozen heat hermits might past restore return
E'en her fair hand, which might bid heat return To Frozen age, and make old hermits burn, Applied to my dead cinder, warms no more Than fire to ashes, could past flames restore
move time
It's time for us to move this forward,
against bad bible life objection
The only objection against the Bible is a bad life
labor sorry stay watch
I'm sorry to see it happen. But who is going to stay in Marina on Labor Day (weekend) to watch a parade?
everybody knew money parade small town
I'd go to him for money for a parade and he'd give me an envelope. This town is a small town, so everybody knew him.
conquest since
And ever since the Conquest have been fools.
ancient continue flattering grow thou whom youth
Ancient person, for whom IAll the flattering youth defy,Long be it ere thou grow old,Aching, shaking, crazy, cold;But still continue as thou art,Ancient person of my heart.
ancient continue flattering grow thou whom youth
Ancient person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it ere thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy, cold; But still continue as thou art, Ancient person of my heart.
lows lays saviour
Whenever you preach, be sure that you lift the Saviour high and lay the sinner low.
drug theatre quality
The theatre is my drug. And my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality.
hate thrones france
All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on, From the hector of France to the cully of Britain.