Love…
That cordial drop heaven in our cup has thrown
To make the nauseous draught of life go down.
That cordial drop heaven in our cup has thrown
To make the nauseous draught of life go down.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
Love a woman? You're an ass!
'Tis a most insipid passion
To choose out for your happiness
The silliest part of God's creation.
'Tis a most insipid passion
To choose out for your happiness
The silliest part of God's creation.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
Love, the most generous passion of the mind
The softest refuge innocence can find
The softest refuge innocence can find
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
'Is there then no more?'
She cries. 'All this to love and rapture's due;
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?'
She cries. 'All this to love and rapture's due;
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?'
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
But oh, how slowly minutes roll
When absent from her eyes,
That feed my love, which is my soul:
It languishes and dies.
When absent from her eyes,
That feed my love, which is my soul:
It languishes and dies.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester