512:01,000@@@@@| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,001[' ]| Deep in$4$ an unctuous vale, betwixt swelling hills, 512:01,002[' ]| Curled over with shady tufts, spending hot rills, 512:01,003[' ]| Lies England's cunt, called Bath in$4$ modest British. 512:01,004[' ]| That$6#2$ animal, that$6#1$ is elsewhere so$5#1$ skittish, 512:01,005[' ]| Here is frigged with pumps; and, warbling out soft airs 512:01,006[' ]| (Like$4$ virgins spending whilst they say their prayers), 512:01,007[' ]| With scalding sperm, five marble pisspots fills, 512:01,008[' ]| Famed for$4$ the cure of ache and amorous ills, 512:01,009[' ]| To$9$ meliorate tough, barren cunts for$4$ breed ~~ 512:01,010[' ]| Fitting them for$4$ the ploughshare and the seed. 512:01,011[' ]| Hither on$4$ pilgrimage to$4$ St*Pego come 512:01,012[' ]| Both sound and sickly cunts of Christendom: 512:01,013[' ]| The Dutch that$6#1$ bears her tire so$5#1$ high, the Dane 512:01,014[' ]| That$6#1$ spends in$4$ icicles, the muffs of Spain, 512:01,015[' ]| And Irish rugs, Scotch cunts of bore for$4$ stallion, 512:01,016[' ]| The French that$6#1$ frig in$4$ jigs, in$4$ sarabands, Italian, 512:01,017[' ]| That$6#1$ keep cadence in$4$ tierce and quart like$4$ fencers, 512:01,018[' ]| Or priest and clerk in$4$ versicles and answers; 512:01,019[' ]| Of native cunts, plump Somerset, straight Gloucester, 512:01,020[' ]| The gaping Hereford, and grinning Worcester, 512:01,021[' ]| And London cunts that$6#1$ hold seven pricks in$4$ cluster. 512:01,022[' ]| A solemn day there was when men drew near 512:01,023[' ]| To$9$ view the sports of the watery theatre, 512:01,024[' ]| And to$9$ bait prick and cunt like$4$ dog and bear. 512:01,025[' ]| Stretched on$4$ his guard, Pego, like$4$ gladiator 512:01,026[' ]| Condemned to$9$ fight his bold beast under water: 512:01,027[' ]| Cunt shakes her angry locks, worries the prey, 512:01,028[' ]| Sucks out the blood and throws the skin away. 512:01,029[' ]| Disarmed old lechers, too, whose thoughts unacted 512:01,030[' ]| Itch without cure, have here their nerves contracted, 512:01,031[' ]| Schooling their disobedient tools in$4$ cunt's decoction 512:01,032[' ]| (Broth of the selfsame flesh they got the pox on$5$). 512:01,033[' ]| Then had you seen a miser there conspiring 512:01,034[' ]| To$9$ boil his meat and save the charge of firing; 512:01,035[' ]| But, drawing up$5$, the sickly joint was varnished 512:01,036[' ]| With tears of penitent pricks, modestly garnished 512:01,037[' ]| With chips of rotten cunts for$4$ combs, and pallets, 512:01,038[' ]| Mushrooms of arse, and menstruous flowers for$4$ sallats. 512:01,039[' ]| At each fierce cut on$4$ sympathetic trencher, 512:01,040[' ]| Here cried out one "a whore", and there "a wencher". 512:01,041[' ]| A prudent Presbyter, too, frigged in$4$ a corner 512:01,042[' ]| To$9$ save expenses or to$9$ escape the scorner; 512:01,043[' ]| But the injured seed was in$4$ warm waves directed 512:01,044[' ]| To$4$ a magnetic cunt that$6#1$ sat neglected 512:01,045[' ]| And thus the modest murderer was detected. 512:01,046[' ]| But, above all the lights of sulphur vein, 512:01,047[' ]| Up$5$ starts a nymph of the inspired train, 512:01,048[' ]| Some said a Quaker, but most did agree 512:01,049[' ]| She came to$9$ set up$5$ cunt's fifth monarchy. 512:01,050[' ]| Sooner shall mountains dance corants in$4$ sky, 512:01,051[' ]| Fishes turn puppy dogs, or bacon fly; 512:01,052[' ]| Sooner shall hares the dogs and horses hunt 512:01,053[' ]| And sooner shall a prick tire out a cunt; 512:01,054[' ]| Than I forget the memorable dame, 512:01,055[' ]| Or quench in$4$ Lethe's flood that$6#2$ glorious flame 512:01,056[' ]| That$6#1$ moved thee to$9$ divest thy covering carnal, 512:01,057[' ]| Sin-sheltering smock, and show thy pit infernal. 512:01,058[' ]| The hunt is up$5$: the artful dame divides 512:01,059[' ]| With naked strokes the more inflamed tides. 512:01,060[' ]| All zealous youths that$6#1$ drawers had about them, 512:01,061[' ]| As much ashamed as Adam was without them, 512:01,062[' ]| Cast off their conscious rags by$4$ her example, 512:01,063[' ]| The scent attractive and the view was ample. 512:01,064[' ]| Out plunge the blustering water dogs to$9$ overtake 512:01,065[' ]| The steady duck that$6#1$ skims the creamy lake. 512:01,066[' ]| Whenever she dives, and under promontories 512:01,067[' ]| Of arse is seen cunt bay and pier clitoris 512:01,068[' ]| (But straight are lost in$4$ watery clouds again), 512:01,069[' ]| They shake their ears and stare about in$4$ vain. 512:01,070[' ]| As oft falls out when heaven's surveyors hope 512:01,071[' ]| Cynthia to$9$ fuck with long-tailed telescope, 512:01,072[' ]| The modest planet dives in$4$ watery places 512:01,073[' ]| And monstrous tools shrink up$5$ to$4$ dwindled cases. 512:01,074[' ]| But, look, she peeps again: the hasty swimmers 512:01,075[' ]| Plunge over nose, and drink cunt all in$4$ brimmers. 512:01,076[' ]| They turn and catch: at last she stops and lies 512:01,077[' ]| On$4$ back becalmed; but who$6#2$ dare take the prize? 512:01,078[' ]| From cunt embossed at bay, frighted they fly; 512:01,079[' ]| But holy sister, with enlightened eye, 512:01,080[' ]| Leered on$4$ a master prick and groaned a sigh: 512:01,081[B ]| "Friend art not free to$9$ increase? Is the old man blunt? 512:01,082[B ]| Why dost thou fear the creature called cunt? 512:01,083[B ]| It is long-suffering; under pressures, meek: 512:01,084[B ]| Box it on$4$ one, it will$1$ turn the other cheek. 512:01,085[B ]| Why should it be kept close? Are mouths concealed 512:01,086[B ]| Because they eat, and are not hands revealed 512:01,087[B ]| Though they with frigging squirt away whole nations? 512:01,088[B ]| And shall this be ashamed of propagations?" 512:01,089[' ]| At this the well-hung proselyte advances 512:01,090[' ]| And strikes his two-foot fork in$4$ parboiled haunches. 512:01,091[' ]| She closes up$5$ fool's Aretine in$4$ trimming, 512:01,092[' ]| And bears his weight whilst on$4$ her back she is swimming, 512:01,093[' ]| Scorning man's help, though Bladud's ancient charter 512:01,094[' ]| Allows the Bath director and supporter, 512:01,095[' ]| Not ill, called guides, as for$4$ long weaponed stone-horse 512:01,096[' ]| Of lewd example to$4$ all female owners, 512:01,097[' ]| Which$6#1$ beast should banished be by$4$ ostracism 512:01,098[' ]| As of virtue too great, for$4$ fear of schism 512:01,099[' ]| In$4$ families; or all marriage indentures 512:01,100[' ]| Have this proviso, tha$3$t wives bear no$2$ centaurs. 512:01,101[' ]| The entry is swept, after the spacious gate, 512:01,102[' ]| Cunt*Hall, he, reaching scarce the rooms of state, 512:01,103[' ]| Battering with arse and goring thrusts, doth seek 512:01,104[' ]| The shite-free entrails of the amorous Greek; 512:01,105[' ]| And does, like$4$ thresher, boar, and swordfish, vapour, 512:01,106[' ]| Fighting whale cunt at backsword and at rapier. 512:01,107[' ]| But fate proves false, the patriarch is slain, 512:01,108[' ]| And with his frothy gore bedaubs the main. 512:01,109[' ]| But cunt, like$4$ well-trained soldier, does sustain 512:01,110[' ]| The shock, and still makes up$5$ the breach again; 512:01,111[' ]| Contracts and circles in$4$ her new-oiled touchhole, 512:01,112[' ]| And still is a cunt, that$6#1$ was before a bushel. 512:01,113[' ]| Hard-hearted Londoners, amend your lives: 512:01,114[' ]| You think you have no$2$ souls, and yet have wives. 512:01,115[' ]| Here is a thing that$6#1$ can contract, dilate, 512:01,116[' ]| Move from itself with reason, love and hate, 512:01,117[' ]| Stretch to$4$ the Indies and still never the thinner, 512:01,118[' ]| Less solid, or more wide, seeking at dinner, 512:01,119[' ]| At London fucked, at Bath a minute after, 512:01,120[' ]| It is all in$4$ all, and all in$4$ every quarter ~~ 512:01,121[' ]| Ask More and Scaliger and Peter*Martyr! 512:01,122[' ]| One gamester foiled, another briskly draws 512:01,123[' ]| Too rash a weapon in$4$ so$5#1$ just a cause, 512:01,124[' ]| Which$6#1$ was prepared before in$4$ warm alcove; 512:01,125[' ]| And with stewed prick, no$2$ bigger than anchove, 512:01,126[' ]| Enters whale cunt, and after half hour's labour, 512:01,127[' ]| Expecting praise from her, envy from neighbour, 512:01,128[' ]| The sister cried out 512:01,128[B ]| "Friend, when dost thou enter?" 512:01,129[' ]| Circumference untouched, he had mauled the centre. 512:01,130[' ]| Enraged he then with double fists does frig her: 512:01,131[' ]| His pygmy tarse looked in$4$ her cunt no$2$ bigger 512:01,132[' ]| Than pissmire earth in$4$ pools or Wookey's holes, 512:01,133[' ]| Or cockboat in$4$ the sea, or singing man in$4$ Paul's. 512:01,134[' ]| Then twice twelve pricks attacked her several ways, 512:01,135[' ]| And twice twelve times cunt militant wore the bays. 512:01,136[' ]| Even as a rock that$6#1$ braves the wind and tides, 512:01,137[' ]| The waves that$6#1$ dash against her painful sides 512:01,138[' ]| Losing themselves in$4$ foam, so$3$ cunt abides. 512:01,139[' ]| Then 512:01,139[X ]| "Hey, a cunt! a cunt!" 512:01,139[' ]| the people cried, 512:01,140[' ]| With notes so$5#1$ zealous and with throats so$5#1$ wide 512:01,141[' ]| As if Bath, grateful for$4$ her trade, had sent 512:01,142[' ]| Too powerful cunt to$9$ vote in$4$ parliament. 512:01,143[' ]| Spectators tired to$9$ see, not she to$9$ feel, 512:01,144[' ]| That$6#1$ had a face of brass, a cunt of steel. 512:01,145[' ]| All judges that$6#1$ had conscience did ascribe 512:01,146[' ]| The fighting garland to$4$ the female tribe; 512:01,147[' ]| And sergeant of the Bath with regulation 512:01,148[' ]| Fitting his place, all watery titulation 512:01,149[' ]| For$4$ benefit of bashful dames adjourns 512:01,150[' ]| Till trusty night, that$3$ all may have their turns. 512:01,151[' ]| But an attentive matron I stood by$5$, 512:01,152[' ]| Pondering on$4$ chances of humanity, 512:01,153[' ]| The fate of tarse wept in$4$ this elegy: 512:01,000[' ]| 512:01,154[' ]| Prick, natures pump, cunt's pioneer, 512:01,155[' ]| Love's undersail, life's harbinger, 512:01,156[' ]| Swelled up$5$ with sighs and plumped with tears, 512:01,157[' ]| Abstract of all the sweets and dears, 512:01,158[' ]| How thou dost squeeze out joys and fears 512:01,159[' ]| When thou has got a cunt by$4$ the ears! 512:01,160[' ]| Venus her sceptre, Cupid's crook, 512:01,161[' ]| The virgin's bait, the woman's hook; 512:01,162[' ]| Nature's vicegerent, framed by$4$ fate 512:01,163[' ]| To$9$ save the trouble to$9$ create; 512:01,164[' ]| The world's great axis on$4$ whose poles 512:01,165[' ]| Turn kingdoms, churches, bodies, souls; 512:01,166[' ]| How great a sovereign wouldst thou be 512:01,167[' ]| If poor cunt did not master thee! 512:01,000[' ]|