Quotes from John Wilmot

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

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

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

For all men would be cowards if they durst.

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

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

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

Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children now I have six children and no theories.

Before I was married, I had a hundred theories about raising children and no children. Now, I have three children and no theories.

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

Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat.

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.

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

Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense

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

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.

Man differs more from man than man from beast

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.

All men would be cowards if they could.

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

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

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

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.