John Wilmot Sözleri ve Alıntıları
John Wilmot sözleri ve alıntılarını, John Wilmot kitap alıntılarını, John Wilmot en etkileyici cümleleri ve paragragları 1000Kitap'ta bulabilirsiniz.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 lewdness, so untrue to love?
When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way
With what officious haste dost thou obey!
Nor shall the sight of honourable scars,
Which my too forward valour did procure,
Frighten new-listed soldiers from the wars:
Past joys have more than paid what I endure.
Before your pity I would choose your hate.
In that most lamentable state,
I’ll make her feel my scorn and hate,
Pelt her with scandals (truth or lies)
And her poor cur with jealousies,
Till I have torn him from her breech,
While she whines like a dog-drawn bitch,
Loathed and despised, kicked out of Town
Into some dirty hole alone
To chew the cud of misery,
And know she owes it all to me.
How blest was the created state
Of man and woman ere they fell
Compared to our unhappy fate:
We need not fear another hell.
As charms are nonsense, nonsense seems a charm
Which hearers of all judgment does disarm
He scorns the empty talking of this mad age
And speaks all proverbs, sentences, and adage;
Can with as much solemnity buy eggs
As a cabal can talk of their intrigues;
Master of ceremonies, yet can dispense
With the formality of talking sense.
They call whatever is not common, nice,
And deaf to Nature’s rule, or Love’s advice,
Forsake the pleasure, to pursue the vice.
’Tis below wit, they tell you, to admire,
And e’en without approving they desire.
Their private wish obeys the public voice,
’Twixt good and bad whimsy decides, not choice.
In all I write should sense and wit and rhyme
Fail me at once, yet something so sublime
Shall stamp my poem that the world may see
It could have been produced by none but me;
And that’s my end, for man can wish no more
Than so to write as none e’er writ before.
Then give me leave to glory in my chain,
My fruitless sighs, and my unpitied pain.
Let me but ever love, and ever be
Th’example of your power and cruelty.