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An example of a handwritten verse.

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A letter from Rochester to his mother.
Farewell, woman! I intend Henceforth every night to sit With my lewd, well-natured friend, Drinking to engender wit.
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester ~ (From: Love a woman! Y’are an ass)

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No Paradise But Pleasure by Anna Lieff Saxby
I have just found the book that may have subconsciously set off my obsession with the Restoration court.
It came free with New Woman magazine in 1996, and is a Black Lace erotic fiction story. I’ve looked for it on Amazon but I don’t think it is still in print unfortunately. There are a couple of expensive second hand copies there. (It is a very small, short book, about ten by fifteen cm and only 95 pages)
The main protagonist, Caroline is obviously based loosely on Frances Stuart, the Duchess of Richmond. A lot of her time is spent avoiding the advances of Charles II, who becomes obsessed with her.
The main love interest is John Wilmot, the Earl of Rochester, who seems to be quite accurately portrayed as filthy, yet lovable rogue.
Unfortunately Charles is made out to be simply a well endowed lech who thinks he can get any woman he wants because he is king. There is a great scene where Caroline meets him for the first time at a masked ball and not knowing it’s him, stamps on his foot when he comes on to her :D
I would recommend you get it if you do happen to find it anywhere, though it is very dirty of course, but if you’re interested in the Restoration court and John Wilmot, you’re no doubt well prepared for that sort of thing ;)
Here’s Monmouth the witty, And Lauderdale the pretty, And Frazier, that learned physician; But above all the rest, Here’s the Duke for a jest, And the King for a grand politician
John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester - ‘Impromptu on the English Court’ (via fuckyeahcharlesthesecond)
...his birth on All Fool's Day was more portentous. The future Earl of Rochester was a lifelong trickster and wearer of disguises. The capricious April weather which characterises its fools was reflected in his emotional and intellectual shifts; his wild swings from gaiety to despair, from insouciant skepticism to terrified faith. His birth date also symbolised the vicissitudes of the England he was born into.
A Profane Wit: The Life of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester by James William Johnson.
Unpublished - 1670
And after singing Psalm the Twelfth He laid the book upon the shelf And looked much simply like himself; With eyes turned up as white as ghost, He cried 'Ah, Lard! ah, Lard of Hosts! I am a rascal and thou know'st!'"Â
When John was born, John Gadbury, famous astrologist and almanac maker cast his horoscope. He declared that the conjunction of Venus and Mercury gave the infant an inclination to poetry. The position of the sun "bestowed a large stock of generous and active spirits, which constantly attended this excellent native's mind, insomuch that no subject came amiss to him."
- From A Profane Wit: The Life of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester by James William Johnson.

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I am by fate, slave to your will And shall be most obedient still. To show my love  I will compose ye, For your fair finger's ring, a posy, In which shall be expressed my duty, And how I'll be forever true t'ye. With low-made legs and sugared speeches, Yielding to your fair bum the breeches, I'll show myself in all I can, Your faithful, humble servant,
John.Â
According to one account, Rochester wrote this verse "extempore to his Lady, who sent a servant on purpose desiring to hear from him, being very uneasy at his long silence."
Often, however, Rochester's inability to understand his own feelings and behaviour caused him to fall back on the fixed ideas of his day, and to explain his actions by the temporary influence of angels and devils., or to wave away any effort to 'know thyself' by simply labeling himself as 'the oddest most fantastical man alive.'
A Profane Wit: The Life of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester by James William Johnson.
On the left is John's half brother Charles who died between 1652 and 1657.
On the right is John's son Charles.
The resemblance is striking, don't you think?
John Wilmot and Elizabeth Malet!
Please read.
Just a quick note of discussion after seeing a post on that there cully of a blog fuckyeahcharlesthesecond.
There are several different versions of most of Rochester's poems floating around, both published physically and on the internet. The original versions were published via manuscript as opposed to print and it is well known that many were doctored posthumously either by his family or those pesky Victorians.Â
Generally the poems published on this blog appear as they are printed in "The Complete Poems of John Wilmot Earl of Rochester, edited by David M. Vieth"
The discrepancy in language between different versions is something that is up for discussion. Standardised spelling wasn't around until Samuel Johnson's dictionary of 1755 and that delightful thing we call The Great Vowel Shift  hadn't quite finished wreaking havoc on the English Language.
If you have a problem with the way any of the poems on this blog are written then you can send an ask, I'm willing to discuss it rationally.Â
But please don't flat out tell me I'm wrong, that's a bit rude.
Thanks for reading, Kit (owner, moderator, creepy Rochester fangirl.) Â

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Rhyme to Lisbon
According to several early sources, Charles II and some of his courtiers, drinking healths, were at a loss for a rhyme for "Lisbon." Rochester entered, raised his glass and spoke these lines.
A health to Kate! Our sovereign's mate, Of the royal house of Lisbon. But the Devil take Hyde, And the bishop beside Who made her bone his bone.Â
You can judge for yourself the success of his rhyme.