402:01,000@@@@@| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,000[' ]| 402:01,001[A ]| Now Curses on$4$ you all! ye vertuous Fools, 402:01,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ think to$9$ fetter free-born Souls, 402:01,003[A ]| And ty them up$5$ to$4$ dull Morality and Rules: 402:01,004[A ]| The Stagyrite be damned, and all the Crew 402:01,005[A ]| Of learned Ideots, who$6#1$ his Steps pursue, 402:01,006[A ]| And those more silly Proselytes, whom his fond Precepts drew: 402:01,007[A ]| Oh! had his Ethicks been with their vile Author drownd, 402:01,008[A ]| Or a like$2$ Fate with those lost Writings found, 402:01,009[A ]| With that$6#2$ grand Plagiary doomed to$4$ Fire, 402:01,010[A ]| And made by$4$ unjust Flames expire! 402:01,011[A ]| They never had then seduced Mortality, 402:01,012[A ]| Never lasted to$9$ debauch the World with their Lewd Pedantry. 402:01,013[A ]| But damned and more (if Hell can do it) be that$6#2$ thrice-cursed Name, 402:01,014[A ]| Whoever the Rudiments of Law designed, 402:01,015[A ]| Whoever did the first Model of Religion frame, 402:01,016[A ]| And by$4$ that$6#2$ double Vassalage inthralled Mankind, 402:01,017[A ]| By$4$ nought before but their own Power or Will$0$ confined; 402:01,018[A ]| Now quite abridged of all their primitive Liberty, 402:01,019[A ]| And Slaves to$4$ each caprichious Monarch's Tyranny: 402:01,020[A ]| More happy Brutes! who$6#1$ the great Rule of Sence observe, 402:01,021[A ]| And never from their first Charter swerve; 402:01,022[A ]| Happy! whose Lives are meerly to$9$ Enjoy, 402:01,023[A ]| And feel no$2$ stings of Sin that$6#1$ may their Bliss annoy; 402:01,024[A ]| Still unconcerned at Epithets of ill or Good, 402:01,025[A ]| Distinctions, unadulterate Nature never understood. 402:01,026[A ]| Hence hated Vertue from our goodly Ile! 402:01,027[A ]| No$2$ more our Joys beguile; 402:01,028[A ]| No$2$ more with thy lothed Presence plague our happy State, 402:01,029[A ]| Thou enemy to$4$ all that$6#1$ is brisk, or gay, or brave, or great: 402:01,030[A ]| Begone! with all thy pious meager Train 402:01,031[A ]| To$4$ some unfruitful unfrequented Land, 402:01,032[A ]| And there an Empire gain, 402:01,033[A ]| And there extend thy rigorous Command; 402:01,034[A ]| There, where illiberal Nature's Niggardice 402:01,035[A ]| Has set a Tax on$4$ Vice; 402:01,036[A ]| Where the lean barren Region does enhance 402:01,037[A ]| The Worth of dear Intemperance, 402:01,038[A ]| And for$4$ each pleasurable Sin exacts Excise: 402:01,039[A ]| We (thanks to$4$ Fate) more cheaply can Offend, 402:01,040[A ]| And want no$2$ tempting Luxuries, 402:01,041[A ]| No$2$ good convenient sinning Opportunities, 402:01,042[A ]| Which$6#1$ Nature's Bounty could bestow, or Heaven's Kindness lend. 402:01,043[A ]| Go, follow that$6#2$ nice Goddess to$4$ the Skies, 402:01,044[A ]| Who$6#1$ heretofore, disgusted at encreasing Vice, 402:01,045[A ]| Disliked the World, and thought it too Profane 402:01,046[A ]| And timely hence retired, and kindly never returned again: 402:01,047[A ]| Hence to$4$ those airy Mansions rove, 402:01,048[A ]| Converse with Saints and holy Folks above; 402:01,049[A ]| Those may thy Presence woo, 402:01,050[A ]| Whose lazy Ease affords them nothing else to$9$ do; 402:01,051[A ]| Where haughty scornful I, 402:01,052[A ]| And my great Friends will$1$ never vouchsafe Thee Company; 402:01,053[A ]| Thou art now an hard unpracticable Good, 402:01,054[A ]| Too difficult for$4$ Flesh and Blood, 402:01,055[A ]| Were I all Soul, like$4$ Them, perhaps I would learn to$9$ practise Thee. 402:01,056[A ]| Vertue! thou solemn grave Impertinence, 402:01,057[A ]| Abhorred by$4$ all the Men of Wit and Sence! 402:01,058[A ]| Thou damned Fatigue! that$6#1$ clogst Life's journy here, 402:01,059[A ]| Though thou no$2$ weight of Wealth or Profit bear! 402:01,060[A ]| Thou puling fond Greensicknes of the Mind! 402:01,061[A ]| That$6#1$ makest us prove to$4$ our own selves unkind, 402:01,062[A ]| Whereby we Coals and Dirt for$4$ Diet chuse, 402:01,063[A ]| And Pleasure's better Food refuse! 402:01,064[A ]| Curst Jilt! that$6#1$ leadst deluded Mortals on$5$, 402:01,065[A ]| Till they too late perceive themselves undone, 402:01,066[A ]| Chowsed by$4$ a Dowry in$4$ Reversion! 402:01,067[A ]| The greatest Votarie, thou ever couldst boast 402:01,068[A ]| (Pitty so$5#1$ brave a Soul was on$4$ thy Service lost, 402:01,069[A ]| What Wonders he in$4$ Wickednes had done, 402:01,070[A ]| Whom thy weak Power could so$5#1$ inspire alone?) 402:01,071[A ]| Though long with fond Amours he courted Thee, 402:01,072[A ]| Yet dying did recant his vain Idolatry; 402:01,073[A ]| At length, though late, he did Repent with shame, 402:01,074[A ]| Forced to$9$ confess thee nothing but an empty Name: 402:01,075[A ]| So$3$ was that$6#2$ Lecher gulled, whose haughty Love 402:01,076[A ]| Designed a Rape on$4$ the Queen regent of the Gods above; 402:01,077[A ]| When he a Goddes thought he had in$4$ chase, 402:01,078[A ]| He found a gawdy Vapor in$4$ the place, 402:01,079[A ]| And with thin Air beguiled his starved Embrace, 402:01,080[A ]| Idly he spent his Vigor, spent his Bloud, 402:01,081[A ]| And tired himself to$9$ oblige an unperforming Cloud. 402:01,082[A ]| If human kind to$4$ Thee ever worship paid, 402:01,083[A ]| They were by$4$ Ignorance misled, 402:01,084[A ]| That$6#1$ only them devout, and Thee a Goddes made: 402:01,085[A ]| Known haply in$4$ the World's rude untaught Infancy, 402:01,086[A ]| Before it had outgrown its childish Innocence, 402:01,087[A ]| Before it had arrived at Sence, 402:01,088[A ]| Or reached the Manhood and Discretion of Debauchery: 402:01,089[A ]| Known in$4$ those ancient godly duller Times, 402:01,090[A ]| When crafty Pagans had ingrost all Crimes; 402:01,091[A ]| When Christian Fools were obstinately Good, 402:01,092[A ]| Nor yet their Gospel-Freedom understood; 402:01,093[A ]| Tame easy Fops! who$6#1$ could so$5#1$ prodigally bleed, 402:01,094[A ]| To$9$ be thought Saints, and dy a Calendar with Red! 402:01,095[A ]| No$2$ prudent Heathen ever seduced could be 402:01,096[A ]| To$9$ suffer Martyrdom for$4$ Thee; 402:01,097[A ]| Only that$6#2$ arrant Ass, whom the false Oracle called wise, 402:01,098[A ]| (No$2$ wonder if the Devil uttered Lies) 402:01,099[A ]| That$6#2$ sniveling Puritan, who$6#1$ in$4$ spite of all the Mode 402:01,100[A ]| Would be unfashionably Good, 402:01,101[A ]| And exercised his whining Gifts to$9$ Rail at Vice; 402:01,102[A ]| Him all the Wits of Athens damned, 402:01,103[A ]| And justly with Lampoons defamed; 402:01,104[A ]| But when the mad Fanatick could not silenced be 402:01,105[A ]| From broaching dangerous Divinity, 402:01,106[A ]| The wise Republique made him for$4$ Prevention dy, 402:01,107[A ]| And quickly sent him to$4$ the gods and better Company. 402:01,108[A ]| Let fumbling Age be grave and wise, 402:01,109[A ]| And Vertue's poor contemned Idea prize, 402:01,110[A ]| Who$6#1$ never knew, or now are past the Sweets of Vice, 402:01,111[A ]| While we, whose active Pulses beat 402:01,112[A ]| With lusty Youth and vigorous Heat, 402:01,113[A ]| Can all their Beards and Morals too despise: 402:01,114[A ]| While my plump Veins are filled with Lust and Blood, 402:01,115[A ]| Let not one Thought of her Intrude, 402:01,116[A ]| Or dare approach my Breast; 402:01,117[A ]| But know it is all possest 402:01,118[A ]| By$4$ a more welcom Guest; 402:01,119[A ]| And know I have not yet the Leisure to$9$ be Good: 402:01,120[A ]| If ever unkind Destiny 402:01,121[A ]| Shall force long Life on$4$ me; 402:01,122[A ]| If ever I must the Curse of Dotage bear, 402:01,123[A ]| Perhaps I will$1$ dedicate those Dregs of Time to$4$ her, 402:01,124[A ]| And come with Crutches her most humble Votary. 402:01,125[A ]| When sprightly Vice retreats from hence 402:01,126[A ]| And quits the Ruins of decayed Sence, 402:01,127[A ]| She will$1$ serve to$9$ usher in$5$ a fair Pretence 402:01,128[A ]| And varnish with her Name a well-dissembled Impotence. 402:01,129[A ]| When Ptisick, Rheums, Catarrhs, and Palsies seize, 402:01,130[A ]| And all the Bill of Maladies, 402:01,131[A ]| Which$6#1$ Heaven to$9$ punish overliving Mortals sends, 402:01,132[A ]| Then let her enter with the numerous Infirmities, 402:01,133[A ]| Herself the greatest Plague, which$6#1$ Wrinkles and grey Hairs attends. 402:01,134[A ]| Tell me, ye venerable Sots, who$6#1$ court her most, 402:01,135[A ]| What small Advantage can she boast, 402:01,136[A ]| Which$6#1$ her great Rival has not in$4$ a greater Store ingrost? 402:01,137[A ]| Her boasted Calm and Peace of Mind 402:01,138[A ]| In$4$ Wine and Company we better find, 402:01,139[A ]| Find it with Pleasure too combined, 402:01,140[A ]| In$4$ mighty Wine, where we our Sences steep, 402:01,141[A ]| And lull our Cares and Consciences asleep; 402:01,142[A ]| But why do I that$6#2$ wild Chimera name? 402:01,143[A ]| Conscience! that$6#2$ giddy airy Dream, 402:01,144[A ]| Which$6#1$ does from brainsick Heads, or ill-digesting Stomachs steam! 402:01,145[A ]| Conscience! the vain fantastick Fear 402:01,146[A ]| Of Punishments we know not when, or where! 402:01,147[A ]| Project of crafty Statesmen! to$9$ support weak Law, 402:01,148[A ]| Whereby they slavish Spirits aw, 402:01,149[A ]| And dastard Souls to$4$ forced Obedience draw! 402:01,150[A ]| Grand Wheadle! which$6#1$ our gowned Impostors use 402:01,151[A ]| The poor unthinking Rabble to$9$ abuse! 402:01,152[A ]| Scarecrow! to$9$ fright from the forbidden Fruit of Vice, 402:01,153[A ]| Their own beloved Paradice! 402:01,154[A ]| Let those vile Canters Wickednes decry, 402:01,155[A ]| Whose mercenary Tongues take Pay 402:01,156[A ]| For$4$ what they say, 402:01,157[A ]| And yet commend in$4$ Practice what their Words deny; 402:01,158[A ]| While we discerning Heads, who$6#1$ further pry, 402:01,159[A ]| Their holy Cheats defy, 402:01,160[A ]| And scorn their Frauds, and scorn their sanctifies Cajolery. 402:01,161[A ]| None, but dull unbred Fools, discredit Vice, 402:01,162[A ]| Who$6#1$ act their Wickedness with an ill Grace; 402:01,163[A ]| Such their Profession scandalize, 402:01,164[A ]| And justly forfeit all that$6#2$ Praise, 402:01,165[A ]| All that$6#2$ Esteem, that$6#2$ Credit, and Applause, 402:01,166[A ]| Which$6#1$ we by$4$ our wise Menage from a Sin can raise: 402:01,167[A ]| A true and brave Transgressor ought 402:01,168[A ]| To$9$ sin with the same Height of Spirit Caesar fought. 402:01,169[A ]| Mean-souled Offenders now no$2$ Honour gain, 402:01,170[A ]| Only Debauches of the nobler Strain; 402:01,171[A ]| Vice well improved yields Bliss and Fame beside, 402:01,172[A ]| And some for$4$ Sinning have been deified: 402:01,173[A ]| Thus the lewd Gods of old did move 402:01,174[A ]| By$4$ these brave Methods to$4$ the Seats above; 402:01,175[A ]| Even Jove himself, the Soveraign Deity, 402:01,176[A ]| Father and King of all the immortal Progeny, 402:01,177[A ]| Ascended to$4$ that$6#2$ high Degree 402:01,178[A ]| By$4$ Crimes above the reach of weak Mortality. 402:01,179[A ]| He Heaven one large Seraglio made, 402:01,180[A ]| Each Goddes turned a glorious Punk of the Trade, 402:01,181[A ]| And all that$6#2$ sacred Place 402:01,182[A ]| Was filled with Bastard-Gods of his own Race; 402:01,183[A ]| Almighty Lechery got his first Repute, 402:01,184[A ]| And everlasting Whoring was his chiefest Attribute. 402:01,185[A ]| How gallant was that$6#2$ Wretch whose happy Guilt 402:01,186[A ]| A Fame upon$4$ the Ruins of a Temple built; 402:01,187[A ]| Let Fools (said he) Impiety alledge, 402:01,188[A ]| And urge the no-great Fault of Sacriledge; 402:01,189[A ]| I will$1$ set the sacred Pile on$4$ Flame, 402:01,190[A ]| And in$4$ its Ashes write my lasting Name, 402:01,191[A ]| My Name, which$6#1$ thus shall be 402:01,192[A ]| Deathless as its own Deity; 402:01,193[A ]| Thus the vain-glorious Carian I will$1$ outdo, 402:01,194[A ]| And Aegypt's proudest Monarchs too, 402:01,195[A ]| Those lavish Prodigals, who$6#1$ idly did consume 402:01,196[A ]| Their Lives and Treasures to$9$ erect a Tomb, 402:01,197[A ]| And only great by$4$ being buried would become; 402:01,198[A ]| At cheaper Rates than theirs I will$1$ buy Renown, 402:01,199[A ]| And my loud Fame shall all their Silent Glories drown: 402:01,200[A ]| So$5#2$ spake the daring Hector, so$5#2$ did prophesy, 402:01,201[A ]| And so$5#2$ it proved; ~~ in$4$ vain did envious Spite 402:01,202[A ]| By$4$ fruitless Methods try 402:01,203[A ]| To$9$ raze his well-built Fame and Memory 402:01,204[A ]| Amongst Posterity; 402:01,205[A ]| The Boutefeu can now Immortal write, 402:01,206[A ]| While the inglorious Founder is forgotten quite. 402:01,207[A ]| Yet greater was that$6#2$ mighty Emperour 402:01,208[A ]| (A greater Crime befitted his high Power) 402:01,209[A ]| Who$6#1$ sacrificed a City to$4$ a Jest, 402:01,210[A ]| And shewed he knew the grand Intrigues of Humour best: 402:01,211[A ]| He made all Rome a Bonfire to$4$ his Fame, 402:01,212[A ]| And sung and played and danced amidst the Flame. 402:01,213[A ]| Bravely begun! yet pity there he staid, 402:01,214[A ]| One step to$4$ Glory more he should have made, 402:01,215[A ]| He should have heaved the noble Frolick higher, 402:01,216[A ]| And made the People on$4$ that$6#2$ Funeral Pile expire, 402:01,217[A ]| Or providently with their Blood put out the Fire. 402:01,218[A ]| Had this been done, 402:01,219[A ]| The utmost Pitch of Glory he had won, 402:01,220[A ]| No$2$ greater Monument could be 402:01,221[A ]| To$9$ consecrate him to$4$ Eternity, 402:01,222[A ]| Nor should there need another Herald of his Praise, but Me. 402:01,223[A ]| And thou yet greater Faux, the Glory of our Ile, 402:01,224[A ]| Whom baffled Hell esteems its chiefest Foile; 402:01,225[A ]| It were Injury should I omit thy Name, 402:01,226[A ]| Whose Action merits all the breath of Fame; 402:01,227[A ]| Methinks I see the trembling Shades below 402:01,228[A ]| Around in$4$ humble Reverence bow, 402:01,229[A ]| Doubtful they seem, whether to$9$ pay their Loyalty 402:01,230[A ]| To$4$ their dread Monarch, or to$4$ Thee; 402:01,231[A ]| No$2$ wonder he, grown jealous of thy feared Success, 402:01,232[A ]| Envied Mankind the Honour of thy Wickednes, 402:01,233[A ]| And spoiled that$6#2$ brave Attempt, which$6#1$ must have made his Grandeur less. 402:01,234[A ]| However regret not, mighty Ghost, 402:01,235[A ]| Thy Plot by$4$ treacherous Fortune crost, 402:01,236[A ]| Nor think thy well-deserved Glory lost; 402:01,237[A ]| Thou the full Praise of Villany shalt ever share, 402:01,238[A ]| And all will$1$ judge thy Act compleat enough, when thou couldst dare. 402:01,239[A ]| So$5#2$ thy great Master fared, whose high Disdain 402:01,240[A ]| Contemned that$6#2$ Heaven, where he could not Reign; 402:01,241[A ]| When He with bold Ambition strove 402:01,242[A ]| To$9$ usurp the Throne above, 402:01,243[A ]| And led against the Deity an armed Train; 402:01,244[A ]| Though from his vast Designs he fell, 402:01,245[A ]| Overpowered by$4$ his Almighty Fo; 402:01,246[A ]| Yet he gained Victory in$4$ his Overthrow, 402:01,247[A ]| He gained sufficient Triumph, that$3$ he durst Rebell, 402:01,248[A ]| And it was some Pleasure to$9$ be thought the greatest in$4$ Hell. 402:01,249[A ]| Tell me, ye great Triumvirate, what shall I do 402:01,250[A ]| To$9$ be as illustrious as You? 402:01,251[A ]| Let your Examples move me with a generous Fire, 402:01,252[A ]| Let them into my daring Thoughts inspire 402:01,253[A ]| Somewhat compleatly Wicked, some vast giant Crime, 402:01,254[A ]| Unknown, unheard, unthought of by$4$ all past and present Time: 402:01,255[A ]| It is done, it is done; ~~ methinks I feel the powerfull Charms, 402:01,256[A ]| And a new Heat of Sin my Spirits warms; 402:01,257[A ]| I travail with a glorious Mischief, for$4$ whose Birth 402:01,258[A ]| My Soul is too narrow, and weak Fate too feeble yet to$9$ bring it forth: 402:01,259[A ]| Let the unpittied Vulgar tamely go, 402:01,260[A ]| And stock for$4$ Company the wide Plantations down below; 402:01,261[A ]| Such their vile Souls for$4$ viler Barter sell, 402:01,262[A ]| Scarce worth the Damning, or their Room in$4$ Hell: 402:01,263[A ]| We are its Grandees, and expect as high Preferment there 402:01,264[A ]| For$4$ our good Service, as on$4$ Earth we share: 402:01,265[A ]| In$4$ them Sin is but a meer Privative of Good, 402:01,266[A ]| The Frailty and Defect of Flesh and Blood; 402:01,267[A ]| In$4$ Us it is a Perfection, who$6#1$ profess 402:01,268[A ]| A studied and elaborate Wickednes: 402:01,269[A ]| We are the great Royal Society of Vice, 402:01,270[A ]| Whose Talents are to$9$ make Discoveries, 402:01,271[A ]| And advance Sin like$4$ other Arts and Sciences: 402:01,272[A ]| It is I, the bold Columbus, only I, 402:01,273[A ]| Who$6#1$ must new Worlds in$4$ Vice descry, 402:01,274[A ]| And fix the Pillars of unpassable Iniquity: 402:01,275[A ]| How sneaking was the first Debauch, that$6#1$ Sinned, 402:01,276[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ so$5#1$ small a Crime sold human kind? 402:01,277[A ]| How undeserving that$6#2$ high Place, 402:01,278[A ]| To$9$ be thought Parent of our Sin and Race, 402:01,279[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ low Guilt our Nature doubly did debase? 402:01,280[A ]| Unworthy was he to$9$ be thought 402:01,281[A ]| Father of the great first-born Cain, which$6#1$ he begot, 402:01,282[A ]| The noble Cain, whose bold and gallant Act 402:01,283[A ]| Proclaimed him of more high Extract; 402:01,284[A ]| Unworthy Me, 402:01,285[A ]| And all the braver Part of his Posterity: 402:01,286[A ]| Had the just Fates designed me in$4$ his stead, 402:01,287[A ]| I had done some great and unexampled Deed; 402:01,288[A ]| A Deed, which$6#1$ should decry 402:01,289[A ]| The Stoicks dull Equality, 402:01,290[A ]| And shew that$3$ Sin admits Transcendency; 402:01,291[A ]| A Deed, wherein the Tempter should not share, 402:01,292[A ]| Above what Heaven could punish, and above what he could dare; 402:01,293[A ]| For$4$ greater Crimes than his I would have fell, 402:01,294[A ]| And acted somewhat, which$6#1$ might merit more than Hell. 402:02,000@@@@@| 402:02,000[' ]| 402:02,000[' ]| 402:02,001[A ]| My Part is done, and you will$1$ (I hope) excuse 402:02,002[A ]| The Extravagance of a repenting Muse; 402:02,003[A ]| Pardon where she has too boldly said, 402:02,004[A ]| She only acted here in$4$ Masquerade; 402:02,005[A ]| And the slight Arguments, she did produce, 402:02,006[A ]| Were not to$9$ flatter Vice, but to$9$ Traduce; 402:02,007[A ]| So$5#2$ we Buffoons in$4$ Princely Dress expose 402:02,008[A ]| Not to$9$ be Gay, but more Ridiculous: 402:02,009[A ]| When she a Hector for$4$ her Subject had, 402:02,010[A ]| She thought she must be Termagant and mad; 402:02,011[A ]| That$6#2$ made her speak like$4$ a lewd Punk of the Town, 402:02,012[A ]| Who$6#1$, by$4$ Converse with Bullies wicked grown, 402:02,013[A ]| Has learnt the Mode to$9$ cry all Vertue down; 402:02,014[A ]| But now the Vizard is off, she changes Scene, 402:02,015[A ]| And turns a modest civil Girle again. 402:02,016[A ]| Our Poet has a different Tast of Wit, 402:02,017[A ]| Now will$1$ to$4$ the common Vogue himself submit; 402:02,018[A ]| Let some admire the Fops, those Talents ly 402:02,019[A ]| In$4$ venting dull insipid Blasphemy; 402:02,020[A ]| He swears he can not with those terms dispence, 402:02,021[A ]| Nor will$1$ be damned for$4$ the Repute of Sence: 402:02,022[A ]| Wit's Name was never to$4$ Profaness due, 402:02,023[A ]| For$3$ then you see he could be witty too: 402:02,024[A ]| He could lampoon the State and libel Kings, 402:02,025[A ]| But that$3$ he is Loyal and knows better things, 402:02,026[A ]| Than Fame, whose guilty Birth from Treason springs. 402:02,027[A ]| He likes not Wit, which$6#1$ can not a Licence claim, 402:02,028[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ the Author dares not set his Name; 402:02,029[A ]| Wit should be open, court each Reader's Ey, 402:02,030[A ]| Not lurk in$4$ sly unprinted Privacy; 402:02,031[A ]| But Criminal Writers, like$4$ dull Birds of Night, 402:02,032[A ]| For$4$ Weakness, or for$4$ Shame avoid the Light; 402:02,033[A ]| May such a Jury for$4$ their Audience have, 402:02,034[A ]| And from the Bench, not Pit, their Doom receive. 402:02,035[A ]| May they the Tower for$4$ their due merit share, 402:02,036[A ]| And a just Wreath of Hemp, for$4$ Laurel, wear. 402:02,037[A ]| He could be Bawdy too, and nick the Times 402:02,038[A ]| In$4$ what they dearly love, damned Placket-Rhymes, 402:02,039[A ]| Such as our Nobles write, ~~ 402:02,040[A ]| Whose nauseous Poetry can reach no$2$ higher, 402:02,041[A ]| Than what the Codpiece and its God inspire; 402:02,042[A ]| So$5#1$ lewd, they spend at Quill, you would justly think, 402:02,043[A ]| They wrote with something nastier than Ink: 402:02,044[A ]| But he still thought that$6#2$ little Wit, or none, 402:02,045[A ]| Which$6#1$ a just Modesty must never own, 402:02,046[A ]| And the meer Reader with a blush attone: 402:02,047[A ]| If Ribaldry deserved the Praise of Wit, 402:02,048[A ]| He must resign to$4$ each Illiterate Cit, 402:02,049[A ]| And Prentices and Carmen challenge it; 402:02,050[A ]| Even they too can be smart and Witty there 402:02,051[A ]| For$3$ all Men on$4$ that$6#2$ Subject Poets are: 402:02,052[A ]| Henceforth, he says, if ever more he find 402:02,053[A ]| Himself to$4$ the base Itch of Verse inclined, 402:02,054[A ]| If ever he is given up$5$ so$5#1$ far to$9$ write, 402:02,055[A ]| He never means to$9$ make his End Delight; 402:02,056[A ]| Should he do so$5#2$, he must despair Success, 402:02,057[A ]| For$3$ he is not now debaucht enough to$9$ Please, 402:02,058[A ]| And must be damned for$4$ want of Wickedness; 402:02,059[A ]| He will$1$ therefore use his Gift another Way, 402:02,060[A ]| And next the Ugliness of Vice display; 402:02,061[A ]| Though against Vertue once he drew his Pen, 402:02,062[A ]| He will$1$ never for$4$ ought, but her Defence again: 402:02,063[A ]| Had he a Genius and Poetique Rage, 402:02,064[A ]| Great as the Vices of this guilty Age; 402:02,065[A ]| Were he all Gall, and armed with store of Spite, 402:02,066[A ]| It were worth his Pains to$9$ undertake to$9$ write; 402:02,067[A ]| To$4$ noble Satyr he would direct his Aim, 402:02,068[A ]| And by$4$ it, Mankind and Poetry reclaim; 402:02,069[A ]| He would shoot his Quills, just like$4$ a Porcupine, 402:02,070[A ]| At Vice, and make them stab in$4$ every Line: 402:02,071[A ]| The World should learn to$9$ blush, ~~ 402:02,072[A ]| And dread the Vengeance of his pointed Wit, 402:02,073[A ]| Which$6#1$ worse than their own Consciences should fright, 402:02,074[A ]| And all should think him Heavens just Plague, designed 402:02,075[A ]| To$9$ visit for$4$ the Sins of lewd Mankind. 402:04,000@@@@@| 402:04,000[' ]| 402:04,001[A ]| Tell me, abandoned miscreant, prithee tell, 402:04,002[A ]| What damned power, invoked and sent from hell 402:04,003[A ]| (If hell were bad enough) did thee inspire 402:04,004[A ]| To$9$ write what fiends ashamed would blushing hear? 402:04,005[A ]| Hast thou of late embraced some Succubus, 402:04,006[A ]| And used the lewd familiar for$4$ a muse? 402:04,007[A ]| Or didst thy soul by$4$ inch of the candle sell, 402:04,008[A ]| To$9$ gain the glorious name of pimp to$4$ hell? 402:04,009[A ]| If so$5#2$; go, and its vowed allegiance swear, 402:04,010[A ]| Without press-money, be its volunteer: 402:04,011[A ]| May he who$6#1$ envies thee deserve thy fate, 402:04,012[A ]| Deserve both heaven's and mankind's scorn and hate. 402:04,013[A ]| Disgrace to$4$ libels! Foil to$4$ very shame! 402:04,014[A ]| Whom it is a scandal to$9$ vouchsafe to$9$ damn! 402:04,015[A ]| What foul description is foul enough for$4$ thee, 402:04,016[A ]| Sunk quite below the reach of infamy? 402:04,017[A ]| Thou covetst to$9$ be lewd, but wantst the might 402:04,018[A ]| And art all over devil, but in$4$ wit. 402:04,019[A ]| What feeble strainer at mere ribaldry, 402:04,020[A ]| Whose muse is impotent to$4$ that$6#2$ degree, 402:04,021[A ]| It had need, like$4$ age, be whipped to$4$ lechery. 402:04,022[A ]| Vile sot! who$6#1$ clapped with poetry art sick, 402:04,023[A ]| And voidst corruption like$4$ a shankered prick, 402:04,024[A ]| Like$4$ ulcers, thy imposthumed addle brains 402:04,025[A ]| Dropped out in$4$ matter, which$6#1$ thy paper stains: 402:04,026[A ]| Whence nauseous rhymes by$4$ filthy births proceed, 402:04,027[A ]| As maggots in$4$ some turd engendering breed. 402:04,028[A ]| Thy muse has got the flowers, and they ascend 402:04,029[A ]| As in$4$ some greensick girl, at upper end. 402:04,030[A ]| Sure nature made, or meant at least to$9$ have done it, 402:04,031[A ]| Thy tongue a clitoris, thy mouth a cunt. 402:04,032[A ]| How well a dildo would that$6#2$ place become, 402:04,033[A ]| To$9$ gag it up$5$, and make it for*ever dumb! 402:04,034[A ]| At least it should be syringed ~~ 402:04,035[A ]| Or wear some stinking merkin for$4$ a beard, 402:04,036[A ]| That$3$ all from its base converse might be scared: 402:04,037[A ]| As they a door shut up$5$, and mark it beware, 402:04,038[A ]| That$6#1$ tells infection, and the plague is there. 402:04,039[A ]| Thou Moorfields author! fit for$4$ bawds to$9$ quote 402:04,040[A ]| (If bawds themselves with honour safe may do it) 402:04,041[A ]| When suburb-prentice comes to$9$ hire delight, 402:04,042[A ]| And wants incentives to$4$ dull appetite, 402:04,043[A ]| There punk, perhaps, may thy brave works rehearse, 402:04,044[A ]| Frigging the senseless thing with hand and verse; 402:04,045[A ]| Which$6#1$ after shall (preferred to$4$ dressing-box) 402:04,046[A ]| Hold turpentine, and medicines for$4$ the pox: 402:04,047[A ]| Or (if I may ordain a fate more fit 402:04,048[A ]| For$4$ such foul, nasty excrements of wit) 402:04,049[A ]| May they, condemned, to$4$ the public jakes be lent, 402:04,050[A ]| (For$4$ me, I would fear the piles in$4$ vengeance sent 402:04,051[A ]| Should I with them profane my fundament) 402:04,052[A ]| There bugger wiping porters when they shite, 402:04,053[A ]| And so$3$ thy book itself turn sodomite.