John Wilmot Quotes & Sayings

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. — John Wilmot

Tis a meaner part of sense to find a fault than taste an excellence. — John Wilmot

Cupid and Bacchus my saints are,
May drink and love still reign,
With wine I wash away my cares,
And then to cunt again. — John Wilmot

Man differs more from man than man from beast — John Wilmot

Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words,
Ill-natured though a whore,
Her belly is a bag of turds,
And her cunt a common shore. — John Wilmot

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that Heav'n allows. — John Wilmot

The theatre is my drug. And my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality. — John Wilmot

I hate the thing is called enjoyment:
Besides it is a dull employment,
It cuts off all that's life and fire
From that which may be termed desire;
Just like the bee whose sting is gone
Converts the owner to a drone. — John Wilmot

Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense — John Wilmot

Most Men are Cowards, all Men should be Knaves.
The Difference lies, as far as I can see,
Not in the thing it self, but the Degree. — John Wilmot

Since 'tis Nature's law to change, Constancy alone is strange. — John Wilmot

If you have a grateful heart (which is a miracle amongst you statesmen), show it by directing the bearer to the best wine in town, and pray let not this highest point of sacred friendship be performed slightly, but go about it with all due deliberation and care, as holy priests to sacrifice, or as discreet thieves to the wary performance of burglary and shop-lifting. Let your well-discerning palate (the best judge about you) travel from cellar to cellar and then from piece to piece till it has lighted on wine fit for its noble choice and my approbation. — John Wilmot

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. — John Wilmot

Natural freedoms are but just: There's something generous in mere lust. — John Wilmot

Son of a whore, God damn you! can you tell
A peerless peer the readiest way to Hell?
I've outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make
Oaths would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake;
I've swived more whores more ways than Sodom's — John Wilmot

Thus, statesmanlike, I'll saucily impose,
And safe from action, valiantly advise;
Sheltered in impotence, urge you to blows,
And being good for nothing else, be wise. — John Wilmot

He never said a foolish thing nor never did a wise one. — John Wilmot

Any experiment of interest in life will be carried out at your own expense — John Wilmot

Before I married, I had three theories about raising children and no children. Now, I have three children and no theories. — John Wilmot

The entire piece has been devised with the French in mind. In France, fornication in the streets with total strangers is *compulsory*. — John Wilmot

The clog of all pleasure, the luggage of life, is the best can be said for a very good wife. — John Wilmot

Before I got married I had six theories about raising children; now, I have six children and no theories. — John Wilmot

'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 ... — John Wilmot

It is a very good world to live in, To lend or to spend, or to live in; but to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, It is the very worst world that ever was known. — John Wilmot

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. — John Wilmot

Custom does often reason overrule. — John Wilmot

Born to myself, I like myself alone. — John Wilmot

All men would be cowards if they could. — John Wilmot

All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on,
From the hector of France to the cully of Britain. — John Wilmot

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. — John Wilmot

Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that nobody ever had the confidence to own it. — John Wilmot

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

Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy. — John Wilmot

Love, the most generous passion of the mind
The softest refuge innocence can find — John Wilmot

Merely for safety, after fame we thirst,
For all men would be cowards if they durst. — John Wilmot

How blest was the created state
Of man and woman, ere they fell,
Compared to our unhappy fate:
We need not fear another hell. — John Wilmot

A kind of losing loadum is their game,
Where the worst writer has the greatest fame. — John Wilmot

I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life. — John Wilmot

Then, if to make your ruin more,
You'll peevishly be coy,
Die with the scandal of a whore
And never know the joy. — John Wilmot

Whenever you preach, be sure that you lift the Saviour high and lay the sinner low. — John Wilmot

Angels listen when she speaks; She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. — John Wilmot

Farewell, woman! I intend
Henceforth every night to sit
With my lewd, well-natured friend,
Drinking to engender wit. — John Wilmot

After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,
The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.
Let the ambitious zealot lay aside
His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;
Let slavish souls lay by their fear
Nor be concerned which way nor where
After this life they shall be hurled.
Dead, we become the lumber of the world,
And to that mass of matter shall be swept
Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.
Devouring time swallows us whole.
Impartial death confounds body and soul.
For Hell and the foul fiend that rules
God's everlasting fiery jails
(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),
With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,
Are senseless stories, idle tales,
Dreams, whimseys, and no more. — John Wilmot

I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, or anything but that vain animal who is so proud of being rational. — John Wilmot

Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat. — John Wilmot

This signior is sound, safe, ready, and dumb
As ever was candle, carrot, or thumb;
Then away with these nasty devices, and show
How you rate the just merits of Signior Dildo. — John Wilmot

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater. — John Wilmot

For all Men would be Cowards if they durst:
And Honesty's against all common Sense. — John Wilmot

Late children are early orphans. — John Wilmot

BOLLOXIMIAN:
My pleasures for new cunts I will uphold,
And have reserves of kindness for the old.
I grant in absence dildo may be used
With milk of goats, when once our seed's infused.
My prick no more to bald cunt shall resort
Merkins rub off, and often spoil the sport.
POCKENELLO:
Let merkin, sir, be banished from the court.
PENE:
'Tis like a dead hedge when the land is poor. — John Wilmot