Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.
Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,
The best good man with the worst-natured muse.
The best good man with the worst-natured muse.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
The Elephant is never won with Anger,
Nor must that man, who would reclaim a Lion,
Take him by the teeth.
Nor must that man, who would reclaim a Lion,
Take him by the teeth.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
Were I, who to my Cost already am
One of those strange, prodigious Creatures Man,
A Spirit free, to choose for my own Share,
What sort of Flesh and Blood I pleas'd to wear,
I'd be a Dog, a Monkey, or a Bear,
Or any thing, but that vain Animal,
Who is so proud of being Rational.
One of those strange, prodigious Creatures Man,
A Spirit free, to choose for my own Share,
What sort of Flesh and Blood I pleas'd to wear,
I'd be a Dog, a Monkey, or a Bear,
Or any thing, but that vain Animal,
Who is so proud of being Rational.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester