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John Wilmot

Datum narození: 1748
Datum úmrtí: 23. červen 1815

John Wilmot byl anglický politik.

Citáty John Wilmot

„Než jsem se oženil, měl jsem dost teorií o výchově dětí. Teď mám šest dětí a žádné teorie.“

„Before I got married I had six theories about raising children; now, I have six children and no theories.“

„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.“
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.“

„any experiment of interest in life will be carried out at your own expense“

„Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words,
Ill-natured though a whore,
Her belly is a bag of turds,
And her cunt a common shore.“
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.“
The Complete Poems

„I shall never forgive you for teaching me how to love life.“

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

„I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.“

„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.“
The Complete Poems

„Man differs more from man than man from beast“ 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*.“

„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.“

„A kind of losing loadum is their game,
Where the worst writer has the greatest fame.“
The Complete Poems

„All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on,
From the hector of France to the cully of Britain.“
The Complete Poems

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