501:01,000@@@@@| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| <7Quos 7Omnes> 501:01,000[' ]| <7Vicini 7oderunt, 7noti, 7pueri 7atque 7puellae.> 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,001[A ]| Cursed be those dull, unpointed, doggerel rhymes, 501:01,002[A ]| Whose harmless rage has lashed our impious times. 501:01,003[A ]| Rise thou, my muse, and with the sharpest thorn, 501:01,004[A ]| Instead of peaceful bays, my brows adorn; 501:01,005[A ]| Inspired with just disdain and mortal hate, 501:01,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ long have been my plague shall feel thy weight. 501:01,007[A ]| I scorn a giddy and unsafe applause: 501:01,008[A ]| But this, ye gods, is fighting in$4$ your cause. 501:01,009[A ]| Let Sodom speak and let Gomorrah tell, 501:01,010[A ]| If their cursed walls deserved their flames so$5#1$ well. 501:01,011[A ]| Go on$5$, my muse, and with bold voice proclaim 501:01,012[A ]| The vicious lives and long detested fame 501:01,013[A ]| Of scoundrel lords and their lewd wives' amours, 501:01,014[A ]| Pimp-statesmen, buggering priests, court bawds, and whores; 501:01,015[A ]| Exalted vice its own vile name does sound, 501:01,016[A ]| To$4$ climes remote, and distant shores renowned. 501:01,017[A ]| Thy strumpets, Charles, have 'scaped no$2$ nation's ear; 501:01,018[A ]| Cleveland the van, and Portsmouth led the rear: 501:01,019[A ]| A brace of cherubs, of as vile a breed, 501:01,020[A ]| As ever was produced of human seed. 501:01,021[A ]| To$4$ all but thee the punks were ever kind, 501:01,022[A ]| Free as loose air and generous as the wind. 501:01,023[A ]| Both steered thy pego and the nation's helm, 501:01,024[A ]| And both betrayed thy pintle and thy realm. 501:01,025[A ]| Oh Barbara! thy execrable name 501:01,026[A ]| Is sure embalmed with everlasting shame. 501:01,027[A ]| Could not that$6#2$ numerous host thy lust suffice, 501:01,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ lascivious shoals adored thy eyes; 501:01,029[A ]| When their bright beams were through our orb displayed, 501:01,030[A ]| And kings each morn their Persian homage paid? 501:01,031[A ]| Now (Churchill! Dover!) see how they are sunk 501:01,032[A ]| Into her loathsome, sapless, aged trunk. 501:01,033[A ]| And yet remains her cunt's insatiate itch, 501:01,034[A ]| And there is a devil yet can hug the witch. 501:01,035[A ]| Pardon me, Bab, if I mistake his race, 501:01,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ is infernal sure, for$3$ though he has 501:01,037[A ]| No$2$ cloven foot, he has a cloven face. 501:01,038[A ]| Oh sacred James! may thy dread noddle be 501:01,039[A ]| As free from danger, as from wit it is free; 501:01,040[A ]| But if that$6#2$ good and gracious monarch's charms 501:01,041[A ]| Could never confine one woman to$4$ his arms, 501:01,042[A ]| What strange mysterious spell, what strong defence, 501:01,043[A ]| Can guard that$6#2$ front which$6#1$ has not half his sense? 501:01,044[A ]| Poor Sedley's fall even her own sex deplore, 501:01,045[A ]| Who$6#1$ with so$5#1$ small temptation turned thy whore. 501:01,046[A ]| But Grafton bravely does revenge her fate, 501:01,047[A ]| And says thou courtst her thirty years too late; 501:01,048[A ]| She scorns such dwindles; her capacious arse 501:01,049[A ]| Is fitter for$4$ thy sceptre than thy tarse. 501:01,050[A ]| Old Dover, Shrewsbury, and Mordaunt know 501:01,051[A ]| Why in$4$ that$6#2$ stately frame she lies so$5#1$ low; 501:01,052[A ]| And who$6#2$ but her dull blockhead would have found 501:01,053[A ]| Her window's small descent on$4$ rising ground? 501:01,054[A ]| Through the large sash they pass, like$4$ Jove of old, 501:01,055[A ]| To$4$ her attendant bawd, in$4$ showers of gold. 501:01,056[A ]| Mordaunt, that$6#2$ insolent, ill-natured bear 501:01,057[A ]| From the close grotto, when no$2$ danger is near, 501:01,058[A ]| Mounts like$4$ a rampant stag, and ruts his dear. 501:01,059[A ]| But when by$4$ dire mischance the harmless maid 501:01,060[A ]| In$4$ the dark closet, with loud shrieks, betrayed 501:01,061[A ]| The naked lecher, what a woeful grief 501:01,062[A ]| It was! Th' adulteress flew to$4$ his relief, 501:01,063[A ]| And saved his being murdered for$4$ a thief. 501:01,064[A ]| Defenceless limbs the well-armed host assailed; 501:01,065[A ]| Scarce her own prayers with her own slaves prevailed. 501:01,066[A ]| Though well prepared for$4$ flight he mourned his weight 501:01,067[A ]| And begged Actaeon's change to$9$ 'scape Actaeon's fate; 501:01,068[A ]| But winged with fear, though untransformed, he bounds, 501:01,069[A ]| And swift as hinds outstripped the yelling hounds. 501:01,070[A ]| Beware adulterers, betimes beware, 501:01,071[A ]| You fall not in$4$ the same unhappy snare: 501:01,072[A ]| From Norfolk's ruin, and his narrow 'scape, 501:01,073[A ]| Swive on$5$ contented with a willing rape, 501:01,074[A ]| On$4$ a strong chair, soft couch, or side of bed, 501:01,075[A ]| Which$6#1$ never does surprising dangers dread. 501:01,076[A ]| Let no$2$ such harlots lead your steps astray; 501:01,077[A ]| Her clitoris will$1$ mount in$4$ open day, 501:01,078[A ]| And from St%*James's to$4$ the land of Thule, 501:01,079[A ]| There is not a whore who$6#1$ spends so$5#1$ like$4$ a mule. 501:01,080[A ]| Yet who$6#2$, to$9$ tell the truth, could less have swived 501:01,081[A ]| Whose cunt was from such lecherous stoats derived? 501:01,082[A ]| For$3$ it was the custom of her ancient race 501:01,083[A ]| To$9$ fuck with any fool in$4$ any place. 501:01,084[A ]| And yet her blundering dolt deserves a worse; 501:01,085[A ]| Could man be plagued with a severer curse? 501:01,086[A ]| A meeter couple never sure were hatched; 501:01,087[A ]| Some married are indeed, but they are matched. 501:01,088[A ]| The sodomite complains of too much room, 501:01,089[A ]| And for$4$ an arse disdains her spacious womb. 501:01,090[A ]| A common bulker is his chief delight, 501:01,091[A ]| And they in$4$ conscience ought to$9$ do him right, 501:01,092[A ]| And as cunt spends, arse when well pleased should shite. 501:01,093[A ]| But seeing they are lawful man and wife, 501:01,094[A ]| Why should the fool and drazel live in$4$ strife, 501:01,095[A ]| While they both lead the same lascivious life? 501:01,096[A ]| Or why should he to$4$ Megg's or Southcott's roam, 501:01,097[A ]| When he may find as great a whore at home? 501:01,098[A ]| Mulgrave, who$6#1$ all his summons to$4$ big war 501:01,099[A ]| Safely commits to$4$ his wise Prince's care, 501:01,100[A ]| Lords it over all mankind, and is the first 501:01,101[A ]| By$4$ woman hated and by$4$ man accursed. 501:01,102[A ]| Well has his staff a double use supplied, 501:01,103[A ]| At once upheld his body and his pride. 501:01,104[A ]| How haughtily he cries: 501,01,104@w | "Page, fetch a whore; 501:01,105@w | Damn her, she is ugly; rascal, fetch me more; 501:01,106@w | Bring in$5$ that$6#2$ black-eyed wench; woman, come near; 501:01,107@w | Rot you, you draggled bitch, what is it you fear?" 501:01,108[A ]| Trembling she comes, and with as little flame, 501:01,109[A ]| As he for$4$ the dear part from whence he came. 501:01,110[A ]| But by$4$ the help of an assisting thumb 501:01,111[A ]| Squeezes his chitterling into her bum; 501:01,112[A ]| And if it prove a straight, well-sphinctered arse 501:01,113[A ]| Perhaps it rears a little his feeble tarse 501:01,114[A ]| But if one drop of vital juice it shed, 501:01,115[A ]| Help him, good Jove, for$3$ both sides then are dead. 501:01,116[A ]| Thine, crafty Seymour, was a good design; 501:01,117[A ]| For$3$ sure his issue never will$1$ injure thine: 501:01,118[A ]| But thou thy self must needs confess that$3$ she 501:01,119[A ]| Does justly curse thy politics and thee. 501:01,120[A ]| Her noble Protestant has got a flail, 501:01,121[A ]| Young, large, and fit to$9$ feague her briny tail; 501:01,122[A ]| But now, poor wretch, she lies as she would burst, 501:01,123[A ]| Sometimes with brandy, and sometimes with lust. 501:01,124[A ]| Though prime as goats, she courts in$4$ vain her drone: 501:01,125[A ]| The frigid he, and she the torrid zone. 501:01,126[A ]| Both friend and foe he with vast ruin mauls, 501:01,127[A ]| Who$6#1$ at first thrust before both sexes falls. 501:01,128[A ]| Had I, Oh! had I his transcendent verse, 501:01,129[A ]| In$4$ his own lofty strains I would rehearse 501:01,130[A ]| That$6#2$ deep intrigue, when he the Princess wooed, 501:01,131[A ]| But loved adultery more than royal blood. 501:01,132[A ]| Young Ossory, who$6#1$ loved the haughty peer, 501:01,133[A ]| Her mother's darling sins could best declare. 501:01,134[A ]| But to$4$ her memory we must be just; 501:01,135[A ]| It is sacrilege to$9$ rob such beauteous dust. 501:01,136[A ]| O Wharton, Wharton! what a wretched tool 501:01,137[A ]| Is a dull wit, when made a woman's fool? 501:01,138[A ]| Thy rammish spendthrift buttock, it is well known, 501:01,139[A ]| Her nauseous bait has made thee swallow down, 501:01,140[A ]| Though mumbled and spit out by$4$ half the town. 501:01,141[A ]| How well, my honest Lexington, she knows 501:01,142[A ]| The many mansions in$4$ thy fucking house! 501:01,143[A ]| How often praised thy dear curvetting tarse 501:01,144[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou ridst curbed, like$4$ an unruly horse! 501:01,145[A ]| That$6#2$ crooked martyr, which$6#1$ most cunts would flout, 501:01,146[A ]| Turns her lascivious matrix inside out. 501:01,147[A ]| Pleased with the novelty, she freely spends, 501:01,148[A ]| And turns and winds which$6#1$ way soever it bends. 501:01,149[A ]| How big with joy she went with thee to$4$ church, 501:01,150[A ]| When thou, false varlet, left her in$4$ the lurch! 501:01,151[A ]| Even Elliot, who$6#1$ refused none before, 501:01,152[A ]| Scorned to$9$ pronounce the banns with such a whore. 501:01,153[A ]| To$4$ Pancras, Tom, there such as she resort 501:01,154[A ]| (That$6#2$ mother church too does all sinners court). 501:01,155[A ]| As she has been thy strumpet all her life, 501:01,156[A ]| It is time to$9$ make her now thy lawful wife, 501:01,157[A ]| That$3$ Bulkeley's spouse may pride it in$4$ the box, 501:01,158[A ]| With face and cunt all martyred with the pox. 501:01,159[A ]| In$4$ some deep sawpit both their noddles hide, 501:01,160[A ]| For$3$ it is hard guessing which$6#1$ has the best bride. 501:01,161[A ]| Ah Tom! thy brother like$4$ a prudent man, 501:01,162[A ]| Has chosen the much better harridan; 501:01,163[A ]| She, a good-natured candid devil, shows 501:01,164[A ]| Him all the bawding, jilting tricks she knows. 501:01,165[A ]| Thy rook some trivial cheats her blockhead learns, 501:01,166[A ]| While he the master hocus never discerns. 501:01,167[A ]| To$4$ pox and plague, oh! may she subject be, 501:01,168[A ]| As she is from childbed pain and peril free: 501:01,169[A ]| Her actual sins invalidate the first; 501:01,170[A ]| With ease she teems and brings forth unaccursed. 501:01,171[A ]| To$4$ thee, Lucina, she need never call; 501:01,172[A ]| Like$4$ ripened fruit, her mellow bastards fall; 501:01,173[A ]| And what with needless labor I disclose, 501:01,174[A ]| Her well-stretched cunt and rivelled belly shows. 501:01,175[A ]| Whoever, like$4$ Charles*Dering, scorns disgrace, 501:01,176[A ]| Can never want, although he lose his place: 501:01,177[A ]| That$6#2$ toothless murderer, to$4$ his just reproach, 501:01,178[A ]| Pimps for$4$ his sister to$9$ maintain a coach, 501:01,179[A ]| And let what will$1$ the church or state befall, 501:01,180[A ]| One fulsome crafty whore maintains them all. 501:01,181[A ]| Scarsdale, though loathed, still the fair sex adores, 501:01,182[A ]| And has a regiment of horse and whores. 501:01,183[A ]| Amidst the common rout of early duns 501:01,184[A ]| For$4$ mustard, soap, milk, small coal, swords, and guns, 501:01,185[A ]| Two reverend officers (more highly born) 501:01,186[A ]| Wait on$4$ his stinking levee every morn, 501:01,187[A ]| And in$4$ full pomp his palace gates adorn. 501:01,188[A ]| But which$6#1$ is most in$4$ vogue is hard to$9$ tell, 501:01,189[A ]| The public bawd or private sentinel; 501:01,190[A ]| That$6#2$ blubbered oaf, for$4$ two dull, dribbling bouts, 501:01,191[A ]| Maintains two bastards made of Jenny's clouts. 501:01,192[A ]| Ever it could fetch, it was like$4$ poxed Eland spoiled, 501:01,193[A ]| Yet it can not touch a wench, but she is with child; 501:01,194[A ]| But who$6#2$ can think that$3$ pestilential breath 501:01,195[A ]| Should raise up$5$ life that$6#1$ always blasts with death? 501:01,196[A ]| It is strange Kildare, that$6#2$ refine 9beau*garcon, 501:01,197[A ]| Was never yet at the Bell*Savage shown, 501:01,198[A ]| For$3$ it is a true and wonderful baboon. 501:01,199[A ]| It therefore wisely was at first designed 501:01,200[A ]| He never should like$1$ to$9$ propagate his kind, 501:01,201[A ]| But the dull-venomed draught in$4$ vain employed, 501:01,202[A ]| Like$4$ the false serpent's, was itself destroyed. 501:01,203[A ]| With foul corruption sure he first was fed, 501:01,204[A ]| And by$4$ equivocal generation bred. 501:01,205[A ]| An honest solan goose, compared to$4$ him, 501:01,206[A ]| Is a fine creature and of more esteem. 501:01,207[A ]| No$2$ learned philosophers need strive to$9$ know 501:01,208[A ]| Whether his soul is 7ex*traduce or no$5$. 501:01,209[A ]| He has none yet, nor never will$1$, I fear: 501:01,210[A ]| No$2$ soul of sense would ever enter there. 501:01,211[A ]| Though Talbot, that$6#2$ young sodomite, they say 501:01,212[A ]| With tarse and carrot well enlarged the way; 501:01,213[A ]| With painful look he grins, as if the fool 501:01,214[A ]| Were always squeezing for$4$ a costive stool: 501:01,215[A ]| I wonder he dares speak, for$4$ fear we firk 501:01,216[A ]| His lazy bones and make the monkey work. 501:01,217[A ]| Swive on$5$, my fair adulteress, you do well, 501:01,218[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ would not loathe him much more than hell? 501:01,219[A ]| Fuck with some true wild Irish fool, or brim 501:01,220[A ]| With savage boars rather than lie with him. 501:01,221[A ]| If aged Devonshire has left the trade 501:01,222[A ]| And had enough of costly masquerade, 501:01,223[A ]| With renewed flames your old amour pursue, 501:01,224[A ]| Now Rochester has nothing else to$9$ do. 501:01,225[A ]| Well done, old Hyde, we all thy choice adore, 501:01,226[A ]| She is the younger and much better whore. 501:01,227[A ]| But Hales has sure, to$4$ his eternal curse, 501:01,228[A ]| Left his own strumpet and espoused a worse. 501:01,229[A ]| That$6#2$ blazing star still rises with the sun, 501:01,230[A ]| And will$1$, I hope, whenever it sets, go down. 501:01,231[A ]| St%*Peter never denied his lord but thrice, 501:01,232[A ]| But good St%*Edward scorns to$9$ be so$5#1$ nice; 501:01,233[A ]| He, every mass, abjures what he before 501:01,234[A ]| On$4$ tests and sacraments so$5#1$ often swore. 501:01,235[A ]| His mother church will$1$ have a special son, 501:01,236[A ]| Of him, by$4$ whom his father was undone. 501:01,237[A ]| He turned, because on$4$ meat alone he would dine, 501:01,238[A ]| And make the wafer save his bread and wine. 501:01,239[A ]| Mammon is the God he will$1$ worship any way, 501:01,240[A ]| And keeps conviction ready to$4$ a day. 501:01,241[A ]| Forbid it, Heaven, I ever should live to$9$ see 501:01,242[A ]| Our pious monarch's gorgeous chapel be 501:01,243[A ]| Filled with such miscreant proselytes as he. 501:01,244[A ]| 7Miserere 7Domine! 7Ave 7Maria! 501:01,245[A ]| Poor Father*Dover has got a gonorrhea! 501:01,246[A ]| Was ever, dread James, so$5#1$ much affection shown? 501:01,247[A ]| He would save thy soul, but cares not for$4$ his own. 501:01,248[A ]| How Sedley prays the old adulterous fop 501:01,249[A ]| May find it a Carnegan-swingeing clap! 501:01,250[A ]| And sure it will$1$ in$4$ the bones and marrow stick, 501:01,251[A ]| And must be damnable to$4$ soul and prick: 501:01,252[A ]| The pocky jade was a damned heretic. 501:01,253@w | "God's Wounds, God's Blood! our family is beshit," 501:01,254[A ]| Quoth Winchester, 501:01,254@w | "but I will$1$ be drunk at night." 501:01,255[A ]| Unhappy maid! who$6#1$ man has never known, 501:01,256[A ]| And yet with perilous pangs brought forth a son! 501:01,257[A ]| Rejoice, ye slavish tribe of later Jews; 501:01,258[A ]| Sound in$4$ your synagogues the blessed news: 501:01,259[A ]| A new messias is at last arrived 501:01,260[A ]| From an unspotted womb that$6#1$ never was swived. 501:01,261[A ]| Our chiro-medico Didymus nothing smelt, 501:01,262[A ]| 'Till he the sprawling bantling heard and felt. 501:01,263[A ]| And now it surely can not be denied 501:01,264[A ]| By$4$ him who$6#1$ cured the king of what he died. 501:01,265[A ]| How Herbert boasts that$3$ his wise King's-Head crew 501:01,266[A ]| Foretold the dismal times we all should rue. 501:01,267[A ]| Cursed be the screech owls! that$6#2$ rebellious crowd 501:01,268[A ]| Presaged, indeed, Rome's swift approach, as loud, 501:01,269[A ]| As wise Cassandra's boding voice of old, 501:01,270[A ]| The wretched fate of ancient Rome foretold. 501:01,271[A ]| But why is he against the bringing in$5$ 501:01,272[A ]| Any religion that$6#1$ indulges sin? 501:01,273[A ]| He who$6#1$ his other charges can retrench 501:01,274[A ]| To$9$ save ten guineas for$4$ a handsome wench; 501:01,275[A ]| Or be content to$9$ part with twenty pound, 501:01,276[A ]| If Mrs%*Wright ensure her being sound. 501:01,277[A ]| That$6#2$ idiot thinks the tawdry harlot is glad 501:01,278[A ]| To$9$ serve him now for$4$ favours she has had. 501:01,279[A ]| But who$6#2$, dear Hally, ever heard before 501:01,280[A ]| Of gratitude in$4$ any common whore? 501:01,281[A ]| She mounts the price and goes half snack herself, 501:01,282[A ]| And well knows how to$9$ cully such an elf. 501:01,283[A ]| Poor Jenny I must needs much more applaud, 501:01,284[A ]| A better whore, and truer friend and bawd. 501:01,285[A ]| Like$4$ the French King, he all his conquests buys, 501:01,286[A ]| And powerful guineas still subdue their eyes. 501:01,287[A ]| How his smug little black-eyed harlot gazed 501:01,288[A ]| On$4$ his broad gold, and fine apartments praised! 501:01,289[A ]| But fucked, not trusting to$4$ the miser's truth, 501:01,290[A ]| Like$4$ Joseph's sacks, with money in$4$ her mouth; 501:01,291[A ]| Sometimes he will$1$ venture for$4$ himself to$9$ trade, 501:01,292[A ]| With awkward grace, at balls and masquerade. 501:01,293[A ]| But what was the proud coxcomb ever the near, 501:01,294[A ]| Unless he got my Lady*Gerard there? 501:01,295[A ]| Her qualities to$4$ all the world are known, 501:01,296[A ]| Fair as his kin, and honest as her own. 501:01,297[A ]| She makes her brothel worse than common stews, 501:01,298[A ]| And loves to$9$ swive in$4$ her own tribe, like$4$ Jews: 501:01,299[A ]| Incest with nearest blood, adultery, all 501:01,300[A ]| Her darling sins, we may well deadly call. 501:01,301[A ]| Whatever in$4$ times of yore she may have been, 501:01,302[A ]| Her lust has now parched up$5$ her rivelled skin. 501:01,303[A ]| Thou town of Edmonton, I charge, declare 501:01,304[A ]| What she and Wolseley did so$5#1$ often there. 501:01,305[A ]| That$6#2$ scribbling fool, who$6#1$ writes to$4$ her in$4$ metre, 501:01,306[A ]| And only speaks his songs to$9$ make them sweeter: 501:01,307[A ]| Great Virgil's true reverse in$4$ sense and fate, 501:01,308[A ]| For$4$ what another writ procured his hate. 501:01,309[A ]| To$9$ be but thought a wit, he lost his place; 501:01,310[A ]| And yet to$9$ show he is not of that$6#2$ race, 501:01,311[A ]| Will$1$ write himself, and add to$4$ his disgrace. 501:01,312[A ]| His Valentinian's learned preface shines, 501:01,313[A ]| Like$4$ Memphis' siege or Bulloigne's radiant times. 501:01,314[A ]| Among the muses all his time he spends, 501:01,315[A ]| And his whole study towards Parnassus bends: 501:01,316[A ]| Yet if for$4$ his, one handsome thought be shown, 501:01,317[A ]| Stop the dull thief ~~ I will$1$ swear it is not his own. 501:01,318[A ]| Satire is his joy, but if he do not improve, 501:01,319[A ]| Give me his hatred, let her take his love. 501:01,320[A ]| That$6#2$ fop she, Herbert, more than thee admires; 501:01,321[A ]| He oftener quenches her lascivious fires. 501:01,322[A ]| In$4$ vain poor Harry, with ridiculous joy, 501:01,323[A ]| Shows her and every fool his hopeful boy. 501:01,324[A ]| His city songstress says he keeps such pother 501:01,325[A ]| She is sure he will$1$ never be able to$9$ get another. 501:01,326[A ]| Join then, propitious stars, their widowed store, 501:01,327[A ]| And make them happy, as they were before; 501:01,328[A ]| That$6#2$ is, may the decayed incestuous punk 501:01,329[A ]| Swill like$4$ his spouse, and he, like$4$ hers, die drunk. 501:01,330[A ]| Why, Haughton, has the good old Queen the grace, 501:01,331[A ]| To$9$ see thy bearlike mien and baboon face? 501:01,332[A ]| Her court, the gods be praised, has long been free 501:01,333[A ]| From Irish prigs and such dull sots as thee. 501:01,334[A ]| The wakeful general, conscious of thy charms, 501:01,335[A ]| Dreads thine, as much as Monmouth's fierce alarms. 501:01,336[A ]| Yet sure there is a greater ditch between 501:01,337[A ]| A greasy Whiggish dolt and Charles his Queen. 501:01,338[A ]| There is, and Houghton soars not yet so$5#1$ high, 501:01,339[A ]| His ogling pigsnies gloat on$4$ Lady*Di. 501:01,340[A ]| That$6#2$ gudgeon on$4$ soft baits will$1$ only bite, 501:01,341[A ]| For$3$ easy conquests are his sole delight. 501:01,342[A ]| And none can say but that$6#2$ his judgment is good, 501:01,343[A ]| For$3$ all the Kirkes are made of flesh and blood. 501:01,344[A ]| Vernon, the glory of that$6#2$ lustful tribe, 501:01,345[A ]| Scorns to$9$ be meanly purchased with a bribe: 501:01,346[A ]| To$4$ fame and honour hates to$9$ be a slave, 501:01,347[A ]| But freely gives what nature freely gave. 501:01,348[A ]| Like$4$ heirs to$4$ crowns with sure credentials born, 501:01,349[A ]| Her hasty bastards private entries scorn; 501:01,350[A ]| In$4$ midst of courts and in$4$ the mid of day, 501:01,351[A ]| With little peril force their easy way. 501:01,352[A ]| But Woodford is, methinks, a better seat, 501:01,353[A ]| And for$4$ distended wems a safe retreat. 501:01,354[A ]| It was well advised old Kirk no$2$ dangers feared; 501:01,355[A ]| No$2$ groans, nor yelling cries, can there be heard: 501:01,356[A ]| In$4$ this lewd town and these censorious times, 501:01,357[A ]| Where every whore rails at each other's crimes, 501:01,358[A ]| Fair Theodosia! thy romantic name 501:01,359[A ]| Had sure been blasted with eternal shame: 501:01,360[A ]| But thy wise stratagems so$5#1$ well were laid, 501:01,361[A ]| I would almost swear thou art a very maid. 501:01,362[A ]| Go on$5$, and scorn our common swiving rules; 501:01,363[A ]| Let Warcup make thy incestuous uncles fools: 501:01,364[A ]| While prudence pimps, and such a foe combines, 501:01,365[A ]| Impregnate more and more thy seedy loins; 501:01,366[A ]| Thou still art safe, though thy large womb should bear 501:01,367[A ]| Like$4$ hers, who$6#1$ teemed for$4$ every day of the year. 501:01,368[A ]| Proud Oxford justly thinks her Dutch-built shape 501:01,369[A ]| A little too unwieldy for$4$ a rape. 501:01,370[A ]| Yet being conscious it will$1$ tumble down, 501:01,371[A ]| At first assault surrenders up$5$ the town. 501:01,372[A ]| But no$2$ kind conqueror has yet thought fit 501:01,373[A ]| To$9$ make it his beloved imperial seat. 501:01,374[A ]| That$6#2$ battered fort, which$6#1$ they with ease deceive, 501:01,375[A ]| Pillaged and sacked, to$4$ the next foe they leave. 501:01,376[A ]| And haughty Di in$4$ just revenge will$1$ lig, 501:01,377[A ]| Although she starve, with any senseless Whig; 501:01,378[A ]| Not that$3$ to$4$ any principle she is firm, 501:01,379[A ]| But is debauched by$4$ damned seducing sperm. 501:01,380[A ]| Sidney well knew the banning hour, when seven, 501:01,381[A ]| God's Wounds! throws out, or else God's Blood! eleven: 501:01,382[A ]| When her decrepit spendthrift, troopless rook, 501:01,383[A ]| Is meek as Moses hid in$4$ fire and smoke. 501:01,384[A ]| Our Sacred Writ does learnedly relate, 501:01,385[A ]| For$4$ one poor babe two mothers hot debate: 501:01,386[A ]| But our two doughty heroes, I am told, 501:01,387[A ]| Which$6#1$ is the truest father, fiercely scold. 501:01,388[A ]| Both claims seem just and great, but generous Hales, 501:01,389[A ]| Who$6#1$ always is on$4$ the right side, prevails. 501:01,390[A ]| He will$1$ not only save its life, but soul; 501:01,391[A ]| So$3$ poor Phil*Kirke is fubbed off for$4$ a fool. 501:01,392[A ]| But it is all one; Sir*Courtly*Nice does swear 501:01,393[A ]| He will$1$ go to$4$ Mrs%*Grace of Exeter. 501:01,394[A ]| But why to$4$ Ireland, Braithwaite? Will$1$ that$6#2$ clime, 501:01,395[A ]| Dost thou imagine, make an easy time? 501:01,396[A ]| Ungratefully indeed thou didst requite 501:01,397[A ]| The skilful goddess of the silent night, 501:01,398[A ]| By$4$ whose kind help thou wast so$5#1$ oft before 501:01,399[A ]| Delivered safely on$4$ thy native shore. 501:01,400[A ]| Thy belly shined, and an unusual load 501:01,401[A ]| Made thee believe Kirke's shoulders were too broad. 501:01,402[A ]| And thou wouldst be sure we should not hear thee roar: 501:01,403[A ]| And if poor tuzzy muzzy should be tore, 501:01,404[A ]| Wisely resolved Ned should never see it more: 501:01,405[A ]| But since all is well, return, that$3$ we may laugh 501:01,406[A ]| At Irish cunts, which$6#1$ in$4$ all climes are safe. 501:01,407[A ]| Justly, false Monmouth, did thy lord declare, 501:01,408[A ]| Thou shouldst not in$4$ his crown nor empire share. 501:01,409[A ]| Indeed, dear Limp, it was a just design, 501:01,410[A ]| Seeing he had so$5#1$ small a share of thine. 501:01,411[A ]| Brave Feversham, that$6#2$ thundering son of arms, 501:01,412[A ]| With powerful magic conquered both your charms. 501:01,413[A ]| Virtue, thy weak lieutenant, run away, 501:01,414[A ]| Just like$4$ that$6#2$ cursed miscreant, coward Gray; 501:01,415[A ]| And as poor James from his new subjects did, 501:01,416[A ]| At last from thy fair breast the general fled. 501:01,417[A ]| His conversation, wit, and parts, and mien 501:01,418[A ]| Deserved, he thought, at least a widowed queen. 501:01,419[A ]| Nor wert thou sorry, since most seeds are found 501:01,420[A ]| To$9$ flourish better when we change the ground. 501:01,421[A ]| He, struck in$4$ years and spent in$4$ toils and war, 501:01,422[A ]| Could please thee less than did the strong Dunbar: 501:01,423[A ]| Never was a truer stallion; to$4$ his cost, 501:01,424[A ]| He, as he was most able, loved thee most. 501:01,425[A ]| But politic Monmouth thought it too much grace 501:01,426[A ]| For$4$ one to$9$ enjoy too long so$5#1$ great a place. 501:01,427[A ]| Cornwallis next succeeds the lovely train, 501:01,428[A ]| And round his neck displays a captive's chain: 501:01,429[A ]| He, greater fool than any of the rest, 501:01,430[A ]| They say, will$1$ marry with the trimming beast; 501:01,431[A ]| Which$6#1$ if he does, Oh! may his blood be shed 501:01,432[A ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ high throne where her last traitor bled. 501:01,433[A ]| Mysterious powers! what wondrous influence 501:01,434[A ]| Governs, ye ruling stars, poor mortal's sense? 501:01,435[A ]| What unknown motive our dread King persuades, 501:01,436[A ]| To$9$ make lewd Ogle mother of the maids? 501:01,437[A ]| The gracious Prince had sure much wiser been, 501:01,438[A ]| Had he made Stamford tutoress to$4$ the Queen; 501:01,439[A ]| And then, perhaps, her chaste instructions would 501:01,440[A ]| Have saved a world of unbegotten blood. 501:01,441[A ]| But pious James, with profound parts endued, 501:01,442[A ]| Will$1$ prefer none but whom he knows are lewd. 501:01,443[A ]| Sophia, Belasyse and all the court breed, 501:01,444[A ]| Ladies of wondrous honour are indeed. 501:01,445[A ]| Ye scoundrel nymphs, whom rags and scabs adorn, 501:01,446[A ]| Than that$6#2$ small paltry whore more highly born, 501:01,447[A ]| If you are wise, apply yourselves betimes: 501:01,448[A ]| None highly merit now but by$4$ their crimes. 501:01,449[A ]| And the King does whatever he is bid by$4$ Grimes. 501:01,450[A ]| Which$6#1$ made the wiser choice is now our strife, 501:01,451[A ]| Hoyle his he-mistress or the Prince his wife: 501:01,452[A ]| Those traders sure will$1$ be beloved as well 501:01,453[A ]| As all the dainty, tender birds they sell. 501:01,454[A ]| The learned advocate, that$6#2$ rugged stump 501:01,455[A ]| Of old Noll's honour, always loved the Rump; 501:01,456[A ]| And it is no$2$ miracle, since all the Hoyles 501:01,457[A ]| Were given, they say, to$9$ raise intestine broils. 501:01,458[A ]| But seeing, to$4$ the upright juror is praise 501:01,459[A ]| We are returned to$4$ Ignoramus days, 501:01,460[A ]| The lawyer swears he greater hazard runs, 501:01,461[A ]| Who$6#1$ fucks one daughter than a hundred sons. 501:01,462[A ]| Preposterous fate! while poor Miss*Jenny bawds, 501:01,463[A ]| Each foreign fop her mother's charms applauds. 501:01,464[A ]| Autumnal whore! to$4$ every nation known! 501:01,465[A ]| A curse to$4$ them and scandal to$4$ her own. 501:01,466[A ]| Forgive me, chaster Hinton, if I name 501:01,467[A ]| Her stinking toes with thine of sweeter fame. 501:01,468[A ]| Thou wondrous pocky art and wondrous poor, 501:01,469[A ]| But as she is richer, she is a greater whore. 501:01,470[A ]| What with her breath, her armpits, and her feet, 501:01,471[A ]| Ten civet cats can hardly make her sweet. 501:01,472[A ]| From all the corners of our noisome town, 501:01,473[A ]| The filth of every brute ran freely down 501:01,474[A ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ insatiate strumpet's common shore, 501:01,475[A ]| 'Till it broke out and poisoned her all over. 501:01,476[A ]| Poor Buckingham in$4$ unsuccessful verse 501:01,477[A ]| And terms too mild did her lewd crimes rehearse: 501:01,478[A ]| Bold is the man that$6#1$ ventures such a flight; 501:01,479[A ]| Her life is a satire, which$6#1$ no$2$ pen can write: 501:01,480[A ]| And therefore cursed may she ever be, 501:01,481[A ]| As when old Hyde was catched with 7rem*in*re. 501:01,482[A ]| <7Caetera*desunt.>