More from John, 2nd Earl of Rochester Wilmot

  1. But oh, how slowly minutes roll When absent from her eyes, That feed my love, which is my soul: It languishes and dies.
  2. Great Negative, how vainly would the Wise Enquire, define, distinguish, teach, devise, Didst thou not stand to point their dull Philosophie…
  3. Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, False to my passion, fatal to my fame, Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove So true to …
  4. The Elephant is never won with Anger, Nor must that man, who would reclaim a Lion, Take him by the teeth.
  5. Farewell, woman! I intend Henceforth every night to sit With my lewd, well-natured friend, Drinking to engender wit.
  6. We have a pretty witty king, Whose word no man relies on; He never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.
  7. On thy wither'd lips and dry, Which like barren furrows lie, Brooding kisses I will pour, Shall thy youthful heart restore. (Such kind show…
  8. Were I, who to my Cost already am One of those strange, prodigious Creatures Man, A Spirit free, to choose for my own Share, What sort of F…

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