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“Before I got married I had six theories about raising children; now, I have six children and no theories.”
John Wilmot
“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.”
John Wilmot, The Complete Poems
“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
“any experiment of interest in life will be carried out at your own expense”
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, The Complete Poems
“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, The Complete Poems
“I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.”
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, The Complete Poems
“I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.”
John Wilmot
“Man differs more from man than man from beast”
John Wilmot, The Complete Poems
“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, The Complete Poems
“The entire piece has been devised with the French in mind. In France, fornication in the streets with total strangers is *compulsory*.”
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
“A kind of losing loadum is their game,
Where the worst writer has the greatest fame.”
John Wilmot, The Complete Poems
“All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on,
From the hector of France to the cully of Britain.”
John Wilmot, The Complete Poems
“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, The Complete Poems
“Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense”
John Wilmot, The Complete Poems
“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, The Complete Poems
“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, Sodom, or the Quintessence of Debauchery
“Merely for safety, after fame we thirst,
For all men would be cowards if they durst.”
John Wilmot, The Complete Poems
“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, Poems
“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
“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
“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
“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, Poems


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