John Wilmot was the subject of the Johnny Depp film, The Libertine.
Wikipedia has this to say about him John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochesterwas an English libertine, a friend of Charles II, and a writer of much satirical and bawdy poetry.
Samuel Pepys, in his famous diary (and if, you dont know who he isI suggest you find out) wrote he abducted his future wife and was imprisoned for the offence Thence to my Lady Sandwich's, where, to my shame, I had not been a great while before. Here, upon my telling her a story of my Lord Rochester's running away on Friday night last with Mrs. Mallett, the great beauty and fortune of the North, who had supped at White Hall with Mrs. Stewart, and was going home to her lodgings with her grandfather, my Lord Haly, by coach; and was at Charing Cross seized on by both horse and foot men, and forcibly taken from him, and put into a coach with six horses, and two women provided to receive her, and carried away. Upon immediate pursuit, my Lord of Rochester (for whom the King had spoke to the lady often, but with no successe) was taken at Uxbridge; but the lady is not yet heard of, and the King mighty angry, and the Lord sent to the Tower. He later described Rochester as a profane wit.
During one exile from London, he renamed himself Dr Bendo, and set himself up as a quack physician of young ladies privy parts and miraculous cures. He lived a life of debauchment and excess, living life to the full and patronizing the theatre. He eventually dies of syphilis in 1680.
I shall leave you with his own words
Ive outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make
Oaths that would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake
Ive swived more whores, more ways than Sodoms walls
Pox ont, why do I speak of these poor things?
I have blasphemed my God, and libelled Kings!
Wikipedia has this to say about him John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochesterwas an English libertine, a friend of Charles II, and a writer of much satirical and bawdy poetry.
Samuel Pepys, in his famous diary (and if, you dont know who he isI suggest you find out) wrote he abducted his future wife and was imprisoned for the offence Thence to my Lady Sandwich's, where, to my shame, I had not been a great while before. Here, upon my telling her a story of my Lord Rochester's running away on Friday night last with Mrs. Mallett, the great beauty and fortune of the North, who had supped at White Hall with Mrs. Stewart, and was going home to her lodgings with her grandfather, my Lord Haly, by coach; and was at Charing Cross seized on by both horse and foot men, and forcibly taken from him, and put into a coach with six horses, and two women provided to receive her, and carried away. Upon immediate pursuit, my Lord of Rochester (for whom the King had spoke to the lady often, but with no successe) was taken at Uxbridge; but the lady is not yet heard of, and the King mighty angry, and the Lord sent to the Tower. He later described Rochester as a profane wit.
During one exile from London, he renamed himself Dr Bendo, and set himself up as a quack physician of young ladies privy parts and miraculous cures. He lived a life of debauchment and excess, living life to the full and patronizing the theatre. He eventually dies of syphilis in 1680.
I shall leave you with his own words
Ive outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make
Oaths that would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake
Ive swived more whores, more ways than Sodoms walls
Pox ont, why do I speak of these poor things?
I have blasphemed my God, and libelled Kings!
mrsfulks:
I think I will have to come to ur blog I have a ton of pain killers in me and nothing make sence to me right now but I have missed you hope this makes sence.