John Wilmot Quotes

God bless our good and gracious King Whose promise none relies on, Who never said a foolish thing Nor ever did a wise one.

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.

An age in her embraces passed, Would seem a winter’s day; Where life and light, with envious haste, Are torn and snatched away. But, oh how slowly minutes roll, When absent from her eyes That feed my love, which is my soul, It languishes and dies.

Farewell Woman, I intend, Henceforth, every night to sit, With my lewd well natured friend, Drinking, to engender wit.

There can be no danger in sweetness and youth Where love is secured by good nature and truth, On her beauty I’ll gaze, and of pleasure complain, While every kind look adds a link to my chain.

My most neglected wife, till you are a much respected widow, I find you will scarce be a contented woman, and to say no more than the plain truth, I do endeavour so fairly to do you that last good service.