209:01,000[' ]| 209:01,001[B ]| When to the King I bid good morrow 209:01,002[B ]| With tongue in mouth, and hand on tarse, 209:01,003[B ]| Portsmouth may rend her cunt for sorrow, 209:01,004[B ]| And Mazarin may kiss mine arse. 209:01,005[C ]| When England's monarch's on my belly, 209:01,006[C ]| With prick in cunt, though double crammed, 209:01,007[C ]| Fart of mine arse for small whore Nelly, 209:01,008[C ]| And great whore Mazarin be damned. 209:01,009[D ]| When on Portsmouth's lap I lay my head, 209:01,010[D ]| And Knight does sing her bawdy song, 209:01,011[D ]| I envy not George*Porter's bed, 209:01,012[D ]| Nor the delights of Madam*Long. 209:01,013[X ]| Now heavens preserve our faith's defender 209:01,014[X ]| From Paris plots and Roman cunt; 209:01,015[X ]| From Mazarin, that new pretender, 209:01,016[X ]| And from that politique, Grammont. 209:02,000[' ]| 209:02,001[A ]| Son of a whore, God damn you! can you tell 209:02,002[A ]| A peerless peer the readiest way to Hell? 209:02,003[A ]| I've outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make 209:02,004[A ]| Oaths would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake; 209:02,005[A ]| I've swived more whores more ways than Sodom's walls 209:02,006[A ]| E'er knew, or the College of Rome's Cardinals. 209:02,007[A ]| Witness heroic scars ~~ Look here, ne'er go! ~~ 209:02,008[A ]| Cerecloths and ulcers from the top to toe! 209:02,009[A ]| Frighted at my own mischiefs, I have fled 209:02,010[A ]| And bravely left my life's defender dead; 209:02,011[A ]| Broke houses to break chastity, and dyed 209:02,012[A ]| That floor with murder which my lust denied. 209:02,013[A ]| Pox on 't, why do I speak of these poor things? 209:02,014[A ]| I have blasphemed my God, and libeled Kings! 209:02,015[A ]| The readiest way to Hell ~~ Come quick! 209:02,016[B ]| Ne'er stir: 209:02,017[B ]| The readiest way, my Lord, 's by Rochester. 209:03,001[' ]| 209:03,002[A ]| To rack and torture thy unmeaning brain 209:03,003[A ]| In satyr's praise, to a low untuned strain, 209:03,004[A ]| In thee was most impertinent and vain, 209:03,005[A ]| When in thy person we more clearly see 209:03,006[A ]| That satyr's of divine authority, 209:03,007[A ]| For God made one on man when he made thee: 209:03,008[A ]| To show there are some men, as there are apes, 209:03,009[A ]| Framed for mere sport, who differ but in shapes. 209:03,010[A ]| In thee are all those contradictions joined 209:03,011[A ]| That make an ass prodigious and refined. 209:03,012[A ]| A lump deformed and shapeless wert thou born, 209:03,013[A ]| Begot in love's despite and nature's scorn, 209:03,014[A ]| And art grown up the most ungraceful wight, 209:03,015[A ]| Harsh to the ear, and hideous to the sight; 209:03,016[A ]| Yet love's thy business, beauty thy delight. 209:03,017[A ]| Curse on that silly hour that first inspired 209:03,018[A ]| Thy madness to pretend to be admired: 209:03,019[A ]| To paint thy grisly face, to dance, to dress, 209:03,020[A ]| And all those awkward follies that express 209:03,021[A ]| Thy loathsome love and filthy daintiness; 209:03,022[A ]| Who needs will be an ugly 9beau*garcon, 209:03,023[A ]| Spit at and shunned by every girl in town, 209:03,024[A ]| Where, dreadfully, love's scarecrow thou art placed 209:03,025[A ]| To fright the tender flock that long to taste, 209:03,026[A ]| While every coming maid, when you appear, 209:03,027[A ]| Starts back for shame, and straight turns chaste for fear. 209:03,028[A ]| For none so poor or prostitute have proved, 209:03,029[A ]| Where you made love, t' endure to be beloved. 209:03,030[A ]| 'Twere labor lost, or else I would advise, 209:03,031[A ]| But thy half wit will ne'er let thee be wise. 209:03,032[A ]| Half witty, and half mad, and scarce half brave; 209:03,033[A ]| Half honest, which is very much a knave ~~ 209:03,034[A ]| Made of up all these halves, thou canst not pass 209:03,035[A ]| For anything entirely but an ass. 209:04,000[' ]| 209:04,001[A ]| God bless our good and gracious King, 209:04,002[A ]| Whose promise none relies on; 209:04,003[A ]| Who never said a foolish thing, 209:04,004[A ]| Nor ever did a wise one. 209:05,000[' ]| 209:05,001[A ]| Here's Monmouth the witty, 209:05,002[A ]| And Lauderdale the pretty, 209:05,003[A ]| And Frazier, that learned physician; 209:05,004[A ]| But above all the rest, 209:05,005[A ]| Here's the Duke for a jest, 209:05,006[A ]| And the King for a grand politician. 209:06,000[' ]| 209:06,001[A ]| Her father gave her dildoes six; 209:06,002[A ]| Her mother made 'em up a score; 209:06,003[A ]| But she loves nought but living pricks, 209:06,004[A ]| And swears by God she'll frig no more. 209:07,000[' ]| 209:07,001[A ]| Against the charms our ballocks have 209:07,002[A ]| How weak all human skill is, 209:07,003[A ]| Since they can make a man a slave 209:07,004[A ]| To such a bitch as Willis! 209:07,005[A ]| Whom that I may describe throughout, 209:07,006[A ]| Assist me, bawdy powers; 209:07,007[A ]| I'll write upon a double clout, 209:07,008[A ]| And dip my pen in flowers. 209:07,009[A ]| Her look's demurely impudent, 209:07,010[A ]| Ungainly beautiful; 209:07,011[A ]| Her modesty is insolent, 209:07,012[A ]| Her wit both pert and dull. 209:07,013[A ]| A prostitute to all the town, 209:07,014[A ]| And yet with no man friends, 209:07,015[A ]| She rails and scolds when she lies down, 209:07,016[A ]| And curses when she spends. 209:07,017[A ]| Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words, 209:07,018[A ]| Ill-natured though a whore, 209:07,019[A ]| Her belly is a bag of turds, 209:07,020[A ]| And her cunt a common shore. 209:08,000[' ]| 209:08,001[A ]| Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; 209:08,002[A ]| Phyllis continued still unkind. 209:08,003@w | "Then you may e'en despair," 209:08,003[A ]| he said; 209:08,004@w | "In vain I strive to change her mind. 209:08,005@w | Honor's got in and keeps her heart; 209:08,006@w | Durst he but venture once abroad, 209:08,007@w | In my own right I'd take your part 209:08,008@w | And show myself the mightier god. 209:08,009@w | This huffing Honor domineers 209:08,010@w | In breasts alone where he has place, 209:08,011@w | But if true generous Love appears, 209:08,012@w | The hector dares not show his face." 209:08,013[A ]| Let me still languish and complain, 209:08,014[A ]| Be most unhumanly denied. 209:08,015[A ]| I have some pleasure in my pain; 209:08,016[A ]| She can have none with all her pride. 209:08,017[A ]| I fall a sacrifice to Love, 209:08,018[A ]| She lives a wretch for Honor's sake; 209:08,019[A ]| Whose tyrant does most cruel prove, 209:08,020[A ]| The difference is not hard to make. 209:08,021[A ]| Consider real honor, then: 209:08,022[A ]| You'll find hers cannot be the same. 209:08,023[A ]| 'Tis noble confidence in men; 209:08,024[A ]| In women, mean mistrustful shame. 209:09,000[' ]| 209:09,001[A ]| To this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms, 209:09,002[A ]| Great Love! at first sight of Olinda's bright charms. 209:09,003[A ]| Made proud and secure by such forces as these, 209:09,004[A ]| You may now be a tyrant as soon as you please. 209:09,005[A ]| When innocence, beauty, and wit do conspire 209:09,006[A ]| To betray, and engage, and inflame my desire, 209:09,007[A ]| Why should I decline what I cannot avoid, 209:09,008[A ]| And let pleasing hope by base fear be destroyed? 209:09,009[A ]| Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me; 209:09,010[A ]| Her beauty's inclined, or why should it pursue me? 209:09,011[A ]| And wit has to pleasure been ever a friend; 209:09,012[A ]| Then what room for despair, since delight is love's end? 209:09,013[A ]| There can be no danger in sweetness and youth 209:09,014[A ]| Where love is secured by good nature and truth. 209:09,015[A ]| On her beauty I'll gaze, and of pleasure complain, 209:09,016[A ]| While every kind look adds a link to my chain. 209:09,017[A ]| 'Tis more to maintain than it was to surprise, 209:09,018[A ]| But her wit leads in triumph the slave of her eyes. 209:09,019[A ]| I beheld with the loss of my freedom before, 209:09,020[A ]| But, hearing, forever must serve and adore. 209:09,021[A ]| Too bright is my goddess, her temple too weak. 209:09,022[A ]| Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break. 209:09,023[A ]| Help, Love! I dissolve in a rapture of charms 209:09,024[A ]| At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms. 209:10,000[' ]| 209:10,000[' ]| 209:10,001[A ]| Fling this useless book away, 209:10,002[A ]| And presume no more to pray. 209:10,003[A ]| Heaven is just, and can bestow 209:10,004[A ]| Mercy on none but those that mercy show. 209:10,005[A ]| With a proud heart maliciously inclined 209:10,006[A ]| Not to increase, but to subdue mankind, 209:10,007[A ]| In vain you vex the gods with your petition; 209:10,008[A ]| Without repentance and sincere contrition, 209:10,009[A ]| You're in a reprobate condition. 209:10,000[' ]| <2.> 209:10,010[A ]| Phyllis, to calm the angry powers 209:10,011[A ]| And save my soul as well as yours, 209:10,012[A ]| Relieve poor mortals from despair, 209:10,013[A ]| And justify the gods that made you fair; 209:10,014[A ]| And in those bright and charming eyes 209:10,015[A ]| Let pity first appear, then love, 209:10,016[A ]| That we by easy steps may rise 209:10,017[A ]| Through all the joys on earth to those above. 209:11,000[' ]| 209:11,001[A ]| Some few, from wit, have this true maxim got, 209:11,002[A ]| That 'tis still better to be pleased than not, 209:11,003[A ]| And therefore never their own torment plot; 209:11,004[A ]| While the malicious critics still agree 209:11,005[A ]| To loathe each play they come, and pay, to see. 209:11,006[A ]| The first know 'tis a meaner part of sense 209:11,007[A ]| To find a fault than taste an excellence; 209:11,008[A ]| Therefore they praise and strive to like, while these 209:11,009[A ]| Are dully vain of being hard to please. 209:11,010[A ]| Poets and women have an equal right 209:11,011[A ]| To hate the dull, who, dead to all delight, 209:11,012[A ]| Feel pain alone, and have no joy but spite. 209:11,013[A ]| 'Twas impotence did first this vice begin: 209:11,014[A ]| Fools censure wit as old men rail of sin, 209:11,015[A ]| Who envy pleasure which they cannot taste, 209:11,016[A ]| And, good for nothing, would be wise at last. 209:11,017[A ]| Since therefore to the women it appears 209:11,018[A ]| That all these enemies of wit are theirs, 209:11,019[A ]| Our poet the dull herd no longer fears. 209:11,020[A ]| Whate'er his fate may prove, 'twill be his pride 209:11,021[A ]| To stand or fall with beauty on his side. 209:12,000[' ]| 209:12,001[A ]| Crushed by that just contempt his follies bring 209:12,002[A ]| On his crazed head, the vermin fain would sting; 209:12,003[A ]| But never satyr did so softly bite, 209:12,004[A ]| Or Gentle George himself more gently write. 209:12,005[A ]| Born to no other but thy own disgrace, 209:12,006[A ]| Thou art a thing so wretched and so base 209:12,007[A ]| Thou canst not ev'n offend, but with thy face; 209:12,008[A ]| And dost at once a sad example prove 209:12,009[A ]| Of harmless malice, and of hopeless love, 209:12,010[A ]| All pride and ugliness! Oh, how we loathe 209:12,011[A ]| A nauseous creature so composed of both! 209:12,012[A ]| How oft have we thy capering person seen, 209:12,013[A ]| With dismal look, and melancholy mien, 209:12,014[A ]| The just reverse of Nokes, when he would be 209:12,015[A ]| Some mighty hero, and makes love like thee. 209:12,016[A ]| Thou art below being laughed at; out of spite, 209:12,017[A ]| Men gaze upon thee as a hideous sight, 209:12,018[A ]| And cry, 209:12,018[X ]| "There goes the melancholy knight!" 209:12,019[A ]| There are some modish fools we daily see, 209:12,020[A ]| Modest and dull: why, they are wits to thee! 209:12,021[A ]| For, of all folly, sure the very top 209:12,022[A ]| Is a conceited ninny, and a fop; 209:12,023[A ]| With face of farce, joined to a head romancy, 209:12,024[A ]| There's no such coxcomb as your fool of fancy. 209:12,025[A ]| But 'tis too much on so despised a theme: 209:12,026[A ]| No man would dabble in a dirty stream. 209:12,027[A ]| The worst that I could write would be no more 209:12,028[A ]| Than what thy very friends have said before. 209:13,000[' ]| 209:13,001[A ]| Bursting with pride, the loathed impostume swells; 209:13,002[A ]| Prick him, he sheds his venom straight, and smells. 209:13,003[A ]| But 'tis so lewd a scribbler, that he writes 209:13,004[A ]| With as much force to nature as he fights; 209:13,005[A ]| Hardened in shame, 'tis such a baffled fop 209:13,006[A ]| That every schoolboy whips him like a top. 209:13,007[A ]| And, with his arm and head, his brain's so weak 209:13,008[A ]| That his starved fancy is compelled to rake 209:13,009[A ]| Among the excrements of others' wit 209:13,010[A ]| To make a stinking meal of what they shit; 209:13,011[A ]| So swine, for nasty meat, to dunghill run, 209:13,012[A ]| And toss their gruntling snouts up when they've done. 209:13,013[A ]| Against his stars the coxcomb ever strives, 209:13,014[A ]| And to be something they forbid, contrives. 209:13,015[A ]| With a red nose, splay foot, and goggle eye, 209:13,016[A ]| A plowman's looby mien, face all awry, 209:13,017[A ]| With stinking breath, and every loathsome mark, 209:13,018[A ]| The Punchinello sets up for a spark. 209:13,019[A ]| With equal self-conceit, too, he bears arms, 209:13,020[A ]| But with that vile success his part performs 209:13,021[A ]| That he burlesques his trade, and what is best 209:13,022[A ]| In others, turns like Harlequin to jest. 209:13,023[A ]| So have I seen, at Smithfield's wondrous fair, 209:13,024[A ]| When all his brother monsters flourish there, 209:13,025[A ]| A lubbard elephant divert the town 209:13,026[A ]| With making legs, and shooting off a gun. 209:13,027[A ]| Go where he will, he never finds a friend; 209:13,028[A ]| Shame and derision all his steps attend. 209:13,029[A ]| Alike abroad, at home, i' th' camp and Court, 209:13,030[A ]| This Knight o' th' Burning Pestle makes us sport. 209:14,000[' ]| 209:14,001[A ]| To form a plot, 209:14,002[A ]| The blustering bard whose rough, unruly rhyme 209:14,003[A ]| Gives Plutarch's Lives the lie in every line, 209:14,004[A ]| Who rapture before nature does prefer 209:14,005[A ]| (And now himself turned his own imager), 209:14,006[A ]| Defaceth God's in every character. 209:15,000[' ]| 209:15,000[' ]| 209:15,000[' ]| 209:15,001[A ]| What strange surprise to meet such words as these 209:15,002[A ]| (Such terms of horror were ne'er chose to please) ~~ 209:15,003[A ]| To meet, midst pleasures of a jovial night, 209:15,004[A ]| Words that can only give amaze and fright: 209:15,005[A ]| No gentle thought that does to love invite! 209:15,006[A ]| Were it not better for your arms t' employ 209:15,007[A ]| Grasping a lover in pursuit of joy, 209:15,008[A ]| Than handling sword and pen, weapons unfit? 209:15,009[A ]| Your sex gains conquest by their charms and wit. 209:15,010[A ]| Of writers slain I could with pleasure hear, 209:15,011[A ]| Approve of fights, o'erjoyed to cause a tear ~~ 209:15,012[A ]| So slain, I mean, that she should soon revive, 209:15,013[A ]| Pleased in my arms to find herself alive. 209:16,000[' ]| 209:16,001[A ]| After death nothing is, and nothing, death: 209:16,002[A ]| The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. 209:16,003[A ]| Let the ambitious zealot lay aside 209:16,004[A ]| His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride; 209:16,005[A ]| Let slavish souls lay by their fear, 209:16,006[A ]| Nor be concerned which way nor where 209:16,007[A ]| After this life they shall be hurled. 209:16,008[A ]| Dead, we become the lumber of the world, 209:16,009[A ]| And to that mass of matter shall be swept 209:16,010[A ]| Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept. 209:16,011[A ]| Devouring time swallows us whole; 209:16,012[A ]| Impartial death confounds body and soul. 209:16,013[A ]| For Hell and the foul fiend that rules 209:16,014[A ]| God's everlasting fiery jails 209:16,015[A ]| (Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools), 209:16,016[A ]| With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door, 209:16,017[A ]| Are senseless stories, idle tales, 209:16,018[A ]| Dreams, whimseys, and no more. 209:17,000[' ]| 209:17,001[A ]| Celia, the faithful servant you disown 209:17,002[A ]| Would, in obedience, keep his love unknown, 209:17,003[A ]| But bright ideas such as you inspire 209:17,004[A ]| We can no more conceal, than not admire. 209:17,005[A ]| My heart at home in my own breast did dwell 209:17,006[A ]| Like humble hermit in a peaceful cell; 209:17,007[A ]| Unknown and undisturbed it rested there, 209:17,008[A ]| Stranger alike to hope and to despair, 209:17,009[A ]| But Love's tumultuous train does now invade 209:17,010[A ]| The sacred quiet of this hallowed shade. 209:17,011[A ]| His fatal flames shine out to every eye 209:17,012[A ]| Like blazing comets in a winter's sky. 209:17,013[A ]| How can my passion merit your offense 209:17,014[A ]| That challenges so little recompense? 209:17,015[A ]| For I am one born only to admire; 209:17,016[A ]| Too humble e'er to hope, scarce to desire; 209:17,017[A ]| A thing whose bliss depends upon your will, 209:17,018[A ]| Who would be proud you'd deign to use him ill. 209:17,019[A ]| Then give me leave to glory in my chain, 209:17,020[A ]| My fruitless sighs, and my unpitied pain. 209:17,021[A ]| Let me but ever love, and ever be 209:17,022[A ]| Th' example of your power and cruelty. 209:17,023[A ]| Since so much scorn does in your breast reside, 209:17,024[A ]| Be more indulgent to its mother, pride; 209:17,025[A ]| Kill all you strike, and trample on their graves, 209:17,026[A ]| But own the fates of your neglected slaves: 209:17,027[A ]| When in the crowd yours undistinguished lies, 209:17,028[A ]| You give away the triumph of your eyes. 209:17,029[A ]| Perhaps, obtaining this, you'll think I find 209:17,030[A ]| More mercy than your anger has designed. 209:17,031[A ]| But Love has carefully contrived for me 209:17,032[A ]| The last perfection of misery, 209:17,033[A ]| For to my state those hopes of common peace 209:17,034[A ]| Which death affords to every wretch, must cease: 209:17,035[A ]| My worst of fates attends me in my grave 209:17,036[A ]| Since, dying, I must be no more your slave. 209:18,000[' ]| 209:18,001[A ]| All things submit themselves to your command, 209:18,002[A ]| Fair Celia, when it does not Love withstand; 209:18,003[A ]| The power it borrows from your eyes alone 209:18,004[A ]| All but the god must yield to, who has none. 209:18,005[A ]| Were he not blind, such are the charms you have, 209:18,006[A ]| He'd quit his godhead to become your slave, 209:18,007[A ]| Be proud to act a mortal hero's part, 209:18,008[A ]| And throw himself, for fame, on his own dart. 209:18,009[A ]| But fate has otherwise disposed of things, 209:18,010[A ]| In different bands subjecting slaves and kings: 209:18,011[A ]| Fettered in forms of royal state are they, 209:18,012[A ]| While we enjoy the freedom to obey. 209:18,013[A ]| That fate (like you, resistless) does ordain 209:18,014[A ]| To Love, that over beauty he shall reign. 209:18,015[A ]| By harmony the universe does move, 209:18,016[A ]| And what is harmony but mutual love? 209:18,017[A ]| Who would resist an empire so divine, 209:18,018[A ]| Which universal nature does enjoin? 209:18,019[A ]| See gentle brooks, how quietly they glide, 209:18,020[A ]| Kissing the rugged banks on either side, 209:18,021[A ]| While in their crystal streams at once they show, 209:18,022[A ]| And with them feed, the flowers which they bestow. 209:18,023[A ]| Though rudely thronged by a too-near embrace, 209:18,024[A ]| In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace 209:18,025[A ]| To their loved sea, for ev'n streams have desires: 209:18,026[A ]| Cool as they are, they feel Love's powerful fires, 209:18,027[A ]| And with such passion that if any force 209:18,028[A ]| Stop or molest them in their amorous course, 209:18,029[A ]| They swell with rage, break down and ravage o'er 209:18,030[A ]| The banks they kissed, the flowers they fed before. 209:18,031[A ]| Submit then, Celia, ere you be reduced, 209:18,032[A ]| For rebels, vanquished once, are vilely used, 209:18,033[A ]| And such are you whene'er you dare obey 209:18,034[A ]| Another passion, and your love betray. 209:18,035[A ]| You are Love's citadel; by you he reigns 209:18,036[A ]| And his proud empire o'er the world maintains. 209:18,037[A ]| He trusts you with his stratagems and arms: 209:18,038[A ]| His frowns, his smiles, and all his conquering charms. 209:18,039[A ]| Beauty's no more but the dead soil which Love 209:18,040[A ]| Manures, and does by wise commerce improve. 209:18,041[A ]| Sailing by sighs, through seas of tears he sends 209:18,042[A ]| Courtships from foreign hearts. For your own ends 209:18,043[A ]| Cherish the trade, for as with Indians we 209:18,044[A ]| Get gold and jewels for our trumpery, 209:18,045[A ]| So to each other, for their useless toys, 209:18,046[A ]| Lovers afford whole magazines of joys. 209:18,047[A ]| But if your're fond of baubles, be, and starve; 209:18,048[A ]| Your gewgaw reputation still preserve; 209:18,049[A ]| Live upon modesty and empty fame, 209:18,050[A ]| Forgoing sense for a fantastic name. 209:19,000[' ]| 209:19,001[B ]| I, John*Roberts, writ this same; 209:19,002[B ]| I pasted it, and plastered it, and put it in a frame 209:19,003[B ]| In honor of my master's master, King Charles the Second by name. 209:20,000[' ]| 209:20,001[A ]| A health to Kate! 209:20,002[A ]| Our sovereign's mate, 209:20,003[A ]| Of the royal house of Lisbon; 209:20,004[A ]| But the Devil take Hyde, 209:20,005[A ]| And the bishop beside 209:20,006[A ]| Who made her bone his bone. 209:21,000[' ]| 209:21,001[A ]| Lorraine you stole; by fraud you got Burgundy; 209:21,002[A ]| Flanders you bought; but, Gad! you'll pay for 't one day. 209:22,000[' ]| 209:22,001[A ]| And after singing Psalm the Twelfth, 209:22,002[A ]| He laid his book upon the shelf 209:22,003[A ]| And looked much simply like himself; 209:22,004[A ]| With eyes turned up, as white as ghost, 209:22,005[A ]| He cried, 209:22,005@w | "Ah, Lard! ah, Lard of Hosts! 209:22,006[A ]| I am a rascal, that thou know'st!" 209:23,000[' ]| 209:23,000[' ]| 209:23,001[A ]| Sternhold and Hopkins had great qualms 209:23,002[A ]| When they translated David's psalms 209:23,003[A ]| To make the heart full glad; 209:23,004[A ]| But had it been poor David's fate 209:23,005[A ]| To hear thee sing, and them translate, 209:23,006[A ]| By God! 'twould have made him mad. 209:24,000[' ]| 209:24,001[A ]| I am, by fate, slave to your will 209:24,002[A ]| And shall be most obedient still. 209:24,003[A ]| To show my love, I will compose ye, 209:24,004[A ]| For your fair finger's ring, a posy, 209:24,005[A ]| In which shall be expressed my duty, 209:24,006[A ]| And how I'll be forever true t' ye. 209:24,007[A ]| With low-made legs and sugared speeches, 209:24,008[A ]| Yielding to your fair bum the breeches, 209:24,009[A ]| I'll show myself, in all I can, 209:24,010[A ]| Your faithful, humble servant, 209:24,011[A ]| John. 209:25,000[' ]| 209:25,001[B ]| My Lord, 209:25,002[B ]| These are the gloves that I did mention 209:25,003[B ]| Last night, and 'twas with the intention 209:25,004[B ]| That you should give me thanks and wear them, 209:25,005[B ]| For I most willingly can spare them. 209:25,006[B ]| When you this packet first do see, 209:25,007@c | "Damn me!" 209:25,007[B ]| cry you, 209:25,007@c | "she has writ to me. 209:25,008@c | I had better be at Bretby still 209:25,009@c | Than troubled with love against my will. 209:25,010@c | Besides, this is not all my sorrow: 209:25,011@c | She writ today, she'll come tomorrow." 209:25,012[B ]| Then you consider the adventure 209:25,013[B ]| And think you never shall content her. 209:25,014[B ]| But when you do the inside see, 209:25,015[B ]| You'll find things are but as they should be, 209:25,016[B ]| And that 'tis neither love nor passion, 209:25,017[B ]| But only for your recreation. 209:26,000[' ]| 209:26,001[A ]| Could I but make my wishes insolent, 209:26,002[A ]| And force some image of a false content! 209:26,003[A ]| But they, like me, bashful and humble grown, 209:26,004[A ]| Hover at distance about beauty's throne; 209:26,005[A ]| There worship and admire, and then they die 209:26,006[A ]| Daring no more lay hold of her than I. 209:26,007[A ]| Reason to worth bears a submissive spirit, 209:26,008[A ]| But fools can be familiar with merit. 209:26,009[A ]| Who but that blundering blockhead Pha+ethon 209:26,010[A ]| Could e'er have thought to drive about the sun? 209:26,011[A ]| Just such another durst make love to you 209:26,012[A ]| Whom not ambition led, but dullness drew. 209:26,013[A ]| No amorous thought could his dull heart incline, 209:26,014[A ]| But he would have a passion, for 'twas fine! 209:26,015[A ]| That, a new suit, and what he next must say 209:26,016[A ]| Runs in his idle head the livelong day. 209:26,017[A ]| Hard-hearted saint! since 'tis your will to be 209:26,018[A ]| So unrelenting pitiless to me, 209:26,019[A ]| Regardless of a love so many years 209:26,020[A ]| Preserved 'twixt lingering hopes and awful fears 209:26,021[A ]| (Such fears in lovers' breasts high value claims, 209:26,022[A ]| And such expiring martyrs feel in flames; 209:26,023[A ]| My hopes yourself contrived, with cruel care, 209:26,024[A ]| Through gentle smiles to lead me to despair), 209:26,025[A ]| 'Tis some relief, in my extreme distress, 209:26,026[A ]| My rival is below your power to bless. 209:27,000[' ]| 209:27,001[A ]| She yields, she yields! Pale Envy said amen: 209:27,002[A ]| The first of women to the last of men. 209:27,003[A ]| Just so those frailer beings, angels, fell; 209:27,004[A ]| There's no midway, it seems, `twixt heaven and hell. 209:27,005[A ]| Was it your end, in making her, to show 209:27,006[A ]| Things must be raised so high to fall so low? 209:27,007[A ]| Since her nor angels their own worth secures, 209:27,008[A ]| Look to it, gods! the next turn must be yours. 209:27,009[A ]| You who in careless scorn laughed at the ways 209:27,010[A ]| Of humble love, and called 'em rude essays, 209:27,011[A ]| Could you submit to let this heavy thing, 209:27,012[A ]| Artless and witless, no way meriting ... 209:28,000[' ]| 209:28,000[' ]| <1.> 209:28,001[A ]| Great Mother of Aeneas, and of Love; 209:28,002[A ]| Delight of mankind, and the powers above; 209:28,003[A ]| Who all beneath those sprinkled drops of light 209:28,004[A ]| Which slide upon the face of gloomy night, 209:28,005[A ]| Whither vast regions of that liquid world 209:28,006[A ]| Where groves of ships on watery hills are hurled, 209:28,007[A ]| Or fruitful earth, dost bless, since 'tis by thee 209:28,008[A ]| That all things live which the bright sun does see... 209:28,000[' ]| <2.> 209:28,009[A ]| The gods, by right of nature, must possess 209:28,010[A ]| An everlasting age of perfect peace; 209:28,011[A ]| Far off removed from us and our affairs; 209:28,012[A ]| Neither approached by dangers, or by cares; 209:28,013[A ]| Rich in themselves, to whom we cannot add; 209:28,014[A ]| Not pleased by good deeds, nor provoked by bad. 209:29,000[' ]| 209:29,001[A ]| 'Tis not that I am weary grown 209:29,002[A ]| Of being yours, and yours alone; 209:29,003[A ]| But with what face can I incline 209:29,004[A ]| To damn you to be only mine? 209:29,005[A ]| You, whom some kinder power did fashion, 209:29,006[A ]| By merit and by inclination, 209:29,007[A ]| The joy at least of one whole nation. 209:29,008[A ]| Let meaner spirits of your sex 209:29,009[A ]| With humbler aims their thoughts perplex, 209:29,010[A ]| And boast if by their arts they can 209:29,011[A ]| Contrive to make one happy man; 209:29,012[A ]| Whilst, moved by an impartial sense, 209:29,013[A ]| Favors like nature you dispense 209:29,014[A ]| With universal influence. 209:29,015[A ]| See, the kind seed-receiving earth 209:29,016[A ]| To every grain affords a birth. 209:29,017[A ]| On her no showers unwelcome fall; 209:29,018[A ]| Her willing womb retains 'em all. 209:29,019[A ]| And shall my Celia be confined? 209:29,020[A ]| No! Live up to thy mighty mind, 209:29,021[A ]| And be the mistress of mankind. 209:30,000[' ]| 209:30,001[A ]| Too long the wise Commons have been in debate 209:30,002[A ]| About money and conscience, those trifles of state, 209:30,003[A ]| Whilst dangerous grievances daily increase, 209:30,004[A ]| And the subject can't riot in safety and peace; 209:30,005[A ]| Unless, as against Irish cattle before, 209:30,006[A ]| You now make an act to forbid Irish whore. 209:30,007[A ]| The coots black and white, Clanbrassill and Fox, 209:30,008[A ]| Invade us with impudence, beauty, and pox. 209:30,009[A ]| They carry a fate which no man can oppose: 209:30,010[A ]| The loss of his heart and the fall of his nose. 209:30,011[A ]| Should he dully resist, yet would each take upon her 209:30,012[A ]| To beseech him to do 't, and engage him in honor. 209:30,013[A ]| O ye merciful powers who of mortals take care, 209:30,014[A ]| Make the women more modest, more sound, or less fair! 209:30,015[A ]| Is it just that with death cruel love should conspire, 209:30,016[A ]| And our tarses be burnt by our hearts taking fire? 209:30,017[A ]| There's an end of communion if humble believers 209:30,018[A ]| Must be damned in the cup like unworthy receivers. 209:31,000[' ]| 209:31,000[' ]| 209:31,001[B ]| Wit has of late took up a trick t' appear 209:31,002[B ]| Unmannerly, or at the best severe, 209:31,003[B ]| And poets share the fate by which we fall 209:31,004[B ]| When kindly we attempt to please you all. 209:31,005[B ]| 'Tis hard your scorn should against such prevail 209:31,006[B ]| Whose ends are to divert you, though they fail. 209:31,007[B ]| You men would think it an ill-natured jest 209:31,008[B ]| Should we laugh at you when you did your best. 209:31,009[B ]| Then rail not here, though you see reason for 't: 209:31,010[B ]| If wit can find itself no better sport, 209:31,011[B ]| Wit is a very foolish thing at Court. 209:31,012[B ]| Wit's business is to please, and not to fright: 209:31,013[B ]| 'Tis no wit to be always in the right; 209:31,014[B ]| You'll find it none, who dare be so tonight. 209:31,015[B ]| Few so ill-bred will venture to a play 209:31,016[B ]| To spy out faults in what we women say. 209:31,017[B ]| For us, no matter what we speak, but how: 209:31,018[B ]| How kindly can we say, 209:31,018@x | "I hate you now!" 209:31,019[B ]| And for the men, if you'll laugh at 'em, do: 209:31,020[B ]| They mind themselves so much, they'll ne'er mind you. 209:31,021[B ]| But why do I descend to lose a prayer 209:31,022[B ]| On those small saints in wit? The god sits \there\. 209:31,000[' ]| 209:31,023[B ]| To you, great sir, my message hither tends 209:31,024[B ]| From youth and beauty, your allies and friends. 209:31,025[B ]| See my credentials written in my face: 209:31,026[B ]| They challenge your protection in this place, 209:31,027[B ]| And hither come with such a force of charms 209:31,028[B ]| As may give check ev'n to your prosperous arms. 209:31,029[B ]| Millions of cupids, hovering in the rear, 209:31,030[B ]| Like eagles following fatal troops appear, 209:31,031[B ]| All waiting for the slaughter which draws nigh 209:31,032[B ]| Of those bold gazers who this night must die; 209:31,033[B ]| Nor can you 'scape our soft captivity, 209:31,034[B ]| From which old age alone must set you free. 209:31,035[B ]| Then tremble at the fatal consequence, 209:31,036[B ]| Since 'tis well known, for your own part, great prince, 209:31,037[B ]| 'Gainst us you still have made a weak defense. 209:31,038[B ]| Be generous and wise, and take our part; 209:31,039[B ]| Remember we have eyes, and you a heart. 209:31,040[B ]| Else you may find, too late, that we are things 209:31,041[B ]| Born to kill vassals and to conquer kings. 209:31,042[B ]| But, oh! to what vain conquest I pretend 209:31,043[B ]| Whilst Love is our commander, and your friend. 209:31,044[B ]| Our victory your empire more assures, 209:31,045[B ]| For Love will ever make the triumph yours. 209:32,000[' ]| 209:32,000[' ]| 209:32,001[A ]| As charms are nonsense, nonsense seems a charm 209:32,002[A ]| Which hearers of all judgment does disarm, 209:32,003[A ]| For songs and scenes a double audience bring, 209:32,004[A ]| And doggerel takes which smiths in satin sing. 209:32,005[A ]| Now to machines and a dull masque you run, 209:32,006[A ]| We find that wit's the monster you would shun, 209:32,007[A ]| And by my troth, 'tis most discreetly done: 209:32,008[A ]| For since with vice and folly wit is fed, 209:32,009[A ]| Through mercy 'tis most of you are not dead. 209:32,010[A ]| Players turn puppets now at your desire: 209:32,011[A ]| In their mouths nonsense, in their tails a wire, 209:32,012[A ]| They fly through clouds of clouts and showers of fire. 209:32,013[A ]| A kind of losing loadum is their game, 209:32,014[A ]| Where the worst writer has the greatest fame. 209:32,015[A ]| To get vile plays like theirs shall be our care, 209:32,016[A ]| But of such awkward actors we despair. 209:32,017[A ]| False taught at first, 209:32,018[A ]| Like bowls ill-biased, still the more they run, 209:32,019[A ]| They're further off than when they first begun. 209:32,020[A ]| In comedy their unweighed action mark: 209:32,021[A ]| There's one is such a dear familiar spark 209:32,022[A ]| He yawns as if he were but half awake, 209:32,023[A ]| And fribbling for free speaking does mistake. 209:32,024[A ]| False accent and neglectful action too 209:32,025[A ]| They have both so nigh good, yet neither true, 209:32,026[A ]| That both together, like an ape's mock face, 209:32,027[A ]| By near resembling man do man disgrace. 209:32,028[A ]| Through-paced ill actors may perhaps be cured; 209:32,029[A ]| Half-players, like half-wits, can't be endured. 209:32,030[A ]| Yet these are they who durst expose the age 209:32,031[A ]| Of the great wonder of our English stage, 209:32,032[A ]| Whom nature seemed to form for your delight, 209:32,033[A ]| And bid him speak as she bid Shakespeare write. 209:32,034[A ]| Those blades indeed are cripples in their art ~~ 209:32,035[A ]| Mimic his foot, but not his speaking part. 209:32,036[A ]| Let them the*Traitor or Volpone try; 209:32,037[A ]| Could they 209:32,038[A ]| Rage like Cethegus, or like Cassius die, 209:32,039[A ]| They ne'er had sent to Paris for such fancies 209:32,040[A ]| As monsters' heads and merry-andrews' dances. 209:32,041[A ]| Withered perhaps, not perished we appear, 209:32,042[A ]| But they were blighted, and ne'er came to bear. 209:32,043[A ]| Th' old poets dressed your mistress wit before; 209:32,044[A ]| These draw you on with an old painted whore, 209:32,045[A ]| And sell, like bawds, patched plays for maids twice o'er. 209:32,046[A ]| Yet they may scorn our House and actors too, 209:32,047[A ]| Since they have swelled so high to hector you. 209:32,048[A ]| They cry, 209:32,048@x | "Pox o' these Covent*Garden men! 209:32,049[A ]| Damn 'em, not one of them but keeps out ten. 209:32,050[A ]| Were they once gone, we for those thundering blades 209:32,051[A ]| Should have an audience of substantial trades, 209:32,052[A ]| Who love our muzzled boys and tearing fellows, 209:32,053[A ]| My lord, great Neptune, and Great nephew, Aeolus. 209:32,054[A ]| Oh, how the merry citizen's in love 209:32,055[A ]| With 209:32,056[A ]| Psyche, the goddess of each field and grove! 209:32,057[A ]| He cries, 209:32,057@w | "I' faith, methinks 'tis well enough," 209:32,058[A ]| But you roar out and cry, 209:32,058@x | "'Tis all damned stuff!" 209:32,059[A ]| So to their House the graver fops repair, 209:32,060[A ]| While men of wit find one another here. 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,001[B ]| There sighs not on the plain 209:33,002[B ]| So lost a swain as I; 209:33,003[B ]| Scorched up with love, frozen with disdain, 209:33,004[B ]| Of killing sweetness I complain. 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,005[C ]| If 'tis Corinna, die. 209:33,006[C ]| Since first my dazzled eyes were thrown 209:33,007[C ]| On that bewitching face, 209:33,008[C ]| Like ruined birds robbed of their young, 209:33,009[C ]| Lamenting, frighted, and alone, 209:33,010[C ]| I fly from place to place. 209:33,011[C ]| Framed by some cruel powers above, 209:33,012[C ]| So nice she is, and fair, 209:33,013[C ]| None from undoing can remove 209:33,014[C ]| Since all who are not blind must love ~~ 209:33,015[C ]| Who are not vain, despair. 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,016[B ]| The gods no sooner give a grace 209:33,017[B ]| But, fond of their own art, 209:33,018[B ]| Severely jealous, ever place, 209:33,019[B ]| To guard the glories of a face, 209:33,020[B ]| A dragon in the heart. 209:33,021[B ]| Proud and ill-natured powers they are, 209:33,022[B ]| Who, peevish to mankind, 209:33,023[B ]| For their own honor's sake, with care 209:33,024[B ]| Make a sweet form divinely fair, 209:33,025[B ]| And add a cruel mind. 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,026[C ]| Since she's insensible of love, 209:33,027[C ]| By honor taught to hate, 209:33,028[C ]| If we, forced by decrees above, 209:33,029[C ]| Must sensible to beauty prove, 209:33,030[C ]| How tyrannous is fate! 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,031[B ]| I to the nymph have never named 209:33,032[B ]| The cause of all my pain. 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,033[C ]| Such bashfulness may well be blamed, 209:33,034[C ]| For since to serve we're not ashamed, 209:33,035[C ]| Why should she blush to reign? 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,036[B ]| But if her haughty heart despise 209:33,037[B ]| My humble proffered one, 209:33,038[B ]| The just compassion she denies 209:33,039[B ]| I may obtain from other's eyes: 209:33,040[B ]| Hers are not fair alone. 209:33,041[B ]| Devouring flames require new food: 209:33,042[B ]| My heart's consumed almost; 209:33,043[B ]| New fires must kindle in her blood, 209:33,044[B ]| Or mine go out, and that's as good. 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,045[C ]| Wouldst live, when love is lost? 209:33,046[C ]| Be dead before thy passion dies, 209:33,047[C ]| For if thou shouldst survive, 209:33,048[C ]| What anguish would the heart surprise 209:33,049[C ]| To see her flames begin to rise, 209:33,050[C ]| And thine no more alive! 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,051[B ]| Rather, what pleasure should I meet, 209:33,052[B ]| In my triumphant scorn, 209:33,053[B ]| To see my tyrant at my feet 209:33,054[B ]| Whilst, taught by her, unmoved I sit, 209:33,055[B ]| A tyrant in my turn. 209:33,000[' ]| 209:33,056[C ]| Ungentle shepherd, cease, for shame! 209:33,057[C ]| Which way can you pretend 209:33,058[C ]| To merit so divine a flame, 209:33,059[C ]| Who to dull life make a mean claim 209:33,060[C ]| When love is at an end? 209:33,061[C ]| As trees are by their bark embraced, 209:33,062[C ]| Love to my soul doth cling; 209:33,063[C ]| When, torn by the herd's greedy taste, 209:33,064[C ]| The injured plants feel they're defaced, 209:33,065[C ]| They wither in the spring. 209:33,066[C ]| My rifled love would soon retire, 209:33,067[C ]| Dissolving into air, 209:33,068[C ]| Should I that nymph cease to admire, 209:33,069[C ]| Blest in whose arms I will expire, 209:33,070[C ]| Or at her feet despair. 209:34,000[' ]| 209:34,001[C ]| What vain, unnecessary things are men! 209:34,002[C ]| How well we do without 'em! Tell me, then, 209:34,003[C ]| Whence comes that mean submissiveness we find 209:34,004[C ]| This ill-bred age has wrought on womankind? 209:34,005[C ]| Fall'n from the rights their sex and beauties gave 209:34,006[C ]| To make men wish, despair, and humbly crave, 209:34,007[C ]| Now 'twill suffice if they vouchsafe to have. 209:34,008[C ]| T' th' Pall*Mall, playhouse, and the drawing room, 209:34,009[C ]| Their women-fairs, these women-coursers come 209:34,010[C ]| To chaffer, choose, and ride their bargains home. 209:34,011[C ]| At the appearance of an unknown face, 209:34,012[C ]| Up steps the arrogant, pretending ass, 209:34,013[C ]| Pulling by th' elbow his companion Huff, 209:34,014[C ]| Cries, 209:34,014@w | "Look! de God, that wench is well enough: 209:34,015@w | Fair and well-shaped, good lips and teeth, 'twill do; 209:34,016@w | She shall be tawdry for a month or two 209:34,000@w | At my expense, be rude and take upon her, 209:34,017@w | Show her contempt of quality and honor, 209:34,018@w | And, with the general fate of errant woman, 209:34,019@w | Be very proud awhile, then very common." 209:34,020[C ]| Ere bear this scorn, I'd be shut up at home, 209:34,021[C ]| Content with humoring myself alone; 209:34,022[C ]| Force back the humble love of former days 209:34,023[C ]| In pensive madrigals and ends of plays, 209:34,024[C ]| When, if my lady frown'd, th' unhappy knight 209:34,025[C ]| Was fain to fast and lie alone that night. 209:34,026[C ]| But whilst th' insulting wife the breeches wore, 209:34,027[C ]| The husband took her clothes to give his ~~ , 209:34,028[C ]| Who now maintains it with a gentler art: 209:34,029[C ]| Thus tyrannies to commonwealths convert. 209:34,030[C ]| Then, after all, you find, whate'er we say, 209:34,031[C ]| Things must go on in their lewd natural way. 209:34,032[C ]| Besides, the beastly men, we daily see, 209:34,033[C ]| Can please themselves alone as well as we. 209:34,034[C ]| Therefore, kind ladies of the town, to you 209:34,035[C ]| For our stol'n ravished men we hereby sue. 209:34,036[C ]| By this time you have found out, we suppose, 209:34,037[C ]| That they're as arrant tinsel as their clothes: 209:34,038[C ]| Poor broken properties, that cannot serve 209:34,039[C ]| To treat such persons so as they deserve. 209:34,040[C ]| Mistake us not, we do not here pretend 209:34,041[C ]| That, like the young sparks, you can condescend 209:34,042[C ]| To love a beastly playhouse creature. Foh! 209:34,043[C ]| We dare not think so meanly of you. No, 209:34,044[C ]| 'Tis not the player pleases, but the part: 209:34,045[C ]| She may like Rollo who despises Hart. 209:34,046[C ]| To theaters, as temples, you are brought, 209:34,047[C ]| Where Love is worshipped, and his precepts taught. 209:34,048[C ]| You must go home and practice, for 'tis here 209:34,049[C ]| Just as in other preaching places, where 209:34,050[C ]| Great eloquence is shown 'gainst sin and papists 209:34,051[C ]| By men who live idolaters and atheists. 209:34,052[C ]| These two were dainty trades indeed, could each 209:34,053[C ]| Live up to half the miracles they teach; 209:34,054[C ]| Both are a ~~ 209:35,000[' ]| 209:35,001[A ]| Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, 209:35,002[A ]| I filled with love, and she all over charms; 209:35,003[A ]| Both equally inspired with eager fire, 209:35,004[A ]| Melting through kindness, flaming in desire. 209:35,005[A ]| With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace, 209:35,006[A ]| She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face. 209:35,007[A ]| Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser lightning, played 209:35,008[A ]| Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed 209:35,009[A ]| Swift orders that I should prepare to throw 209:35,010[A ]| The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. 209:35,011[A ]| My fluttering soul, sprung with the pointed kiss, 209:35,012[A ]| Hangs hovering o'er her balmy brinks of bliss. 209:35,013[A ]| But whilst her busy hand would guide that part 209:35,014[A ]| Which should convey my soul up to her heart, 209:35,015[A ]| In liquid raptures I dissolve all o'er, 209:35,016[A ]| Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore. 209:35,017[A ]| A touch from any part of her had don 't: 209:35,018[A ]| Her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt. 209:35,019[A ]| Smiling, she chides in a kind murmuring noise, 209:35,020[A ]| And from her body wipes the clammy joys, 209:35,021[A ]| When, with a thousand kisses wandering o'er 209:35,022[A ]| My panting bosom, 209:35,022@v | "Is there then no more?" 209:35,023[A ]| She cries. 209:35,023@v | "All this to love and rapture's due; 209:35,024@v | Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?" 209:35,025[A ]| But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive, 209:35,026[A ]| To show my wished obedience vainly strive: 209:35,027[A ]| I sigh, alas! and kiss, but cannot swive. 209:35,028[A ]| Eager desires confound my first intent, 209:35,029[A ]| Succeeding shame does more success prevent, 209:35,030[A ]| And rage at last confirms me impotent. 209:35,031[A ]| Ev'n her fair hand, which might bid heat return 209:35,032[A ]| To frozen age, and make cold hermits burn, 209:35,033[A ]| Applied to my dead cinder, warms no more 209:35,034[A ]| Than fire to ashes could past flames restore. 209:35,035[A ]| Trembling, confused, despairing, limber, dry, 209:35,036[A ]| A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I lie. 209:35,037[A ]| This dart of love, whose piercing point, oft tried, 209:35,038[A ]| With virgin blood ten thousand maids have dyed; 209:35,039[A ]| Which nature still directed with such art 209:35,040[A ]| That it through every cunt reached every heart ~~ 209:35,041[A ]| Stiffly resolved, 'twould carelessly invade 209:35,042[A ]| Woman or man, nor ought its fury stayed: 209:35,043[A ]| Where'er it pierced, a cunt it found or made ~~ 209:35,044[A ]| Now languid lies in this unhappy hour, 209:35,045[A ]| Shrunk up and sapless like a withered flower. 209:35,046[A ]| Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, 209:35,047[A ]| False to my passion, fatal to my fame, 209:35,048[A ]| Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove 209:35,049[A ]| So true to lewdness, so untrue to love? 209:35,050[A ]| What oyster-cinder-beggar-common whore 209:35,051[A ]| Didst thou e'er fail in all thy life before? 209:35,052[A ]| When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way, 209:35,053[A ]| With what officious haste dost thou obey! 209:35,054[A ]| Like a rude, roaring hector in the streets 209:35,055[A ]| Who scuffles, cuffs, and justles all he meets, 209:35,056[A ]| But if his King or country claim his aid, 209:35,057[A ]| The rakehell villain shrinks and hides his head; 209:35,058[A ]| Ev'n so thy brutal valor is displayed, 209:35,059[A ]| Breaks every stew, does each small whore invade, 209:35,060[A ]| But when great Love the onset does command, 209:35,061[A ]| Base recreant to thy prince, thou dar'st not stand. 209:35,062[A ]| Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most, 209:35,063[A ]| Through all the town a common fucking post, 209:35,064[A ]| On whom each whore relieves her tingling cunt 209:35,065[A ]| As hogs on gates do rub themselves and grunt, 209:35,066[A ]| Mayst thou to ravenous chancres be a prey, 209:35,067[A ]| Or in consuming weepings waste away; 209:35,068[A ]| May strangury and stone thy days attend; 209:35,069[A ]| May'st thou ne'er piss, who didst refuse to spend 209:35,070[A ]| When all my joys did on false thee depend. 209:35,071[A ]| And may ten thousand abler pricks agree 209:35,072[A ]| To do the wronged Corinna right for thee. 209:36,000[' ]| 209:36,001[A ]| I' th' isle of Britain, long since famous grown 209:36,002[A ]| For breeding the best cunts in Christendom, 209:36,003[A ]| There reigns, and oh! long may he reign and thrive, 209:36,004[A ]| The easiest King and best-bred man alive. 209:36,005[A ]| Him no ambition moves to get renown 209:36,006[A ]| Like the French fool, that wanders up and down 209:36,007[A ]| Starving his people, hazarding his crown. 209:36,008[A ]| Peace is his aim, his gentleness is such, 209:36,009[A ]| And love he loves, for he loves fucking much. 209:36,010[A ]| Nor are his desires above his strength: 209:36,011[A ]| His scepter and his prick are of a length; 209:36,012[A ]| And she may sway the one who plays with th' other, 209:36,013[A ]| And make him little wiser than his brother. 209:36,014[A ]| Poor prince! thy prick, like thy buffoons at Court, 209:36,015[A ]| Will govern thee because it makes thee sport. 209:36,016[A ]| 'Tis sure the sauciest prick that e'er did swive, 209:36,017[A ]| The proudest, peremptoriest prick alive. 209:36,018[A ]| Though safety, law, religion, life lay on 't, 209:36,019[A ]| 'Twould break through all to make its way to cunt. 209:36,020[A ]| Restless he rolls about from whore to whore, 209:36,021[A ]| A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. 209:36,022[A ]| To Carwell, the most dear of all his dears, 209:36,023[A ]| The best relief of his declining years, 209:36,024[A ]| Oft he bewails his fortune, and her fate: 209:36,025[A ]| To love so well, and be beloved so late. 209:36,026[A ]| For though he in her settles well his tarse, 209:36,027[A ]| Yet his dull, graceless ballocks hang an arse. 209:36,028[A ]| This you'd believe, had I but time to tell ye 209:36,029[A ]| The pains it costs to poor, laborious Nelly, 209:36,030[A ]| Whilst she employs hands, fingers, mouth and thighs, 209:36,031[A ]| Ere she can raise the member she enjoys. 209:36,032[A ]| All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on, 209:36,033[A ]| From the hector of France to the cully of Britain. 209:36,000[' ]| 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,001[C ]| Prithee now, fond fool, give o'er. 209:37,002[C ]| Since my heart is gone before, 209:37,003[C ]| To what purpose should I stay? 209:37,004[C ]| Love commands another way. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,005[B ]| Perjured swain, I knew the time 209:37,006[B ]| When dissembling was your crime; 209:37,007[B ]| In pity now employ that art 209:37,008[B ]| Which first betrayed, to ease my heart. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,009[C ]| Women can with pleasure feign; 209:37,010[C ]| Men dissemble still with pain. 209:37,011[C ]| What advantage will it prove 209:37,012[C ]| If I lie, who cannot love? 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,013[B ]| Tell me, then, the reason why 209:37,014[B ]| Love from hearts in love does fly; 209:37,015[B ]| Why the bird will build a nest 209:37,016[B ]| Where he ne'er intends to rest? 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,017[C ]| Love, like other little boys, 209:37,018[C ]| Cries for hearts, as they for toys ~~ 209:37,019[C ]| Which, when gained, in childish play 209:37,020[C ]| Wantonly are thrown away. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,021[B ]| Still on wing, or on his knees, 209:37,022[B ]| Love does nothing by degrees: 209:37,023[B ]| Basely flying when most prized, 209:37,024[B ]| Meanly fawning when despised, 209:37,025[B ]| Flattering or insulting ever, 209:37,026[B ]| Generous and grateful never. 209:37,027[B ]| All his joys are fleeting dreams, 209:37,028[B ]| All his woes severe extremes. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,029[C ]| Nymph, unjustly you inveigh: 209:37,030[C ]| Love, like us, must fate obey. 209:37,031[C ]| Since 'tis nature's law to change, 209:37,032[C ]| Constancy alone is strange. 209:37,033[C ]| See the heavens in lightnings break, 209:37,034[C ]| Next in storms of thunder speak, 209:37,035[C ]| Till a kind rain from above 209:37,036[C ]| Makes a calm ~~ so 'tis in love. 209:37,037[C ]| Flames begin our first address; 209:37,038[C ]| Like meeting thunder we embrace; 209:37,039[C ]| Then, you know, the showers that fall 209:37,040[C ]| Quench the fire, and quiet all. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,041[B ]| How should I these showers forget? 209:37,042[B ]| 'Twas so pleasant to be wet! 209:37,043[B ]| They killed love, I knew it well: 209:37,044[B ]| I died all the while they fell. 209:37,045[B ]| Say, at least, what nymph it is 209:37,046[B ]| Robs my breast of so much bliss! 209:37,047[B ]| If she's fair, I shall be eased: 209:37,048[B ]| Through my ruin you'll be pleased. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,049[C ]| Daphne never was so fair, 209:37,050[C ]| Strephon scarcely so sincere: 209:37,051[C ]| Gentle, innocent, and free, 209:37,052[C ]| Ever pleased with only me. 209:37,053[C ]| Many charms my heart enthrall, 209:37,054[C ]| But there's one above them all: 209:37,055[C ]| With aversion she does fly 209:37,056[C ]| Tedious, trading constancy. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,057[B ]| Cruel shepherd, I submit: 209:37,058[B ]| Do what love and you think fit. 209:37,059[B ]| Change is fate, and not design; 209:37,060[B ]| Say you would have still been mine. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,061[C ]| Nymph, I cannot; 'tis too true, 209:37,062[C ]| Change has greater charms than you. 209:37,063[C ]| Be by my example wise: 209:37,064[C ]| Faith to pleasure sacrifice. 209:37,000[' ]| 209:37,065[B ]| Silly swain, I'll have you know 209:37,066[B ]| 'Twas my practice long ago. 209:37,067[B ]| Whilst you vainly thought me true, 209:37,068[B ]| I was false in scorn of you. 209:37,069[B ]| By my tears, my heart's disguise, 209:37,070[B ]| I thy love and thee despise. 209:37,071[B ]| Womankind more joy discovers 209:37,072[B ]| Making fools, than keeping lovers.