149:00,000@@@@@| 149,00:000[' ]| 149:00,000[' ]| 149:01,000@@@@@| 149:01,000[' ]| 149:02,000@@@@@| 149:02,000[' ]| 149:02,001[A ]| Base metal hanger by$4$ your Master's Thigh! 149:02,002[A ]| Eternal shame to$4$ all Prick's heraldry, 149:02,003[A ]| Hide thy despised head and do not dare 149:02,004[A ]| To$9$ Peep, no$7$ not so$5#1$ much as take the air 149:02,005[A ]| But through a Button hole, but pine and die 149:02,006[A ]| Confined within the Codpiece Monastery. 149:02,007[A ]| The Little Childish Boy that$6#1$ hardly knows 149:02,008[A ]| The way through which$6#1$ his Urine flows 149:02,009[A ]| Touched by$4$ my Mistress her Magnetic hand 149:02,010[A ]| His Little needle presently will$1$ stand. 149:02,011[A ]| Did she not raise thy drooping head on$4$ high 149:02,012[A ]| As it lay Nodding on$4$ her wanton thigh? 149:02,013[A ]| Did she not clap her legs about my back 149:02,014[A ]| Her Port hole open? Damned Prick what is it you lack? 149:02,015[A ]| Henceforth stand stiff and gain your credit lost 149:02,016[A ]| Or I will$1$ never draw thee, but against a Post. 149:02,000[' ]| 149:03,000@@@@@| 149:03,000[A ]| 149:03,001[A ]| In$4$ the Fields of Lincoln's Inn, 149:03,002[A ]| Underneath a tattered blanket, 149:03,003[A ]| On$4$ a flock bed, God be thanked 149:03,004[A ]| Feats of active love were seen. 149:03,005[A ]| Phillis, who$6#1$ you know loves swiving. 149:03,006[A ]| As the gods love pious prayers, 149:03,007[A ]| Lay most pensively contriving 149:03,008[A ]| How to$9$ fuck with pricks by$4$ pairs. 149:03,009[A ]| Coridon's aspiring tarse, 149:03,010[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ cunt had never submitted, 149:03,011[A ]| Wet with amorous kiss she fitted 149:03,012[A ]| To$4$ her less frequented arse. 149:03,013[A ]| Strephon's was a handful longer, 149:03,014[A ]| Stiffly propped with eager lust; 149:03,015[A ]| In$4$ love's wars, no$2$ champion stronger: 149:03,016[A ]| This into her cunt she thrust. 149:03,017[A ]| Now for$4$ civil wars prepare, 149:03,018[A ]| Raised by$4$ fierce intestine bustle, 149:03,019[A ]| When these heroes meeting justle 149:03,020[A ]| In$4$ the bowels of the fair. 149:03,021[A ]| They tilt and thrust with horrid pudder: 149:03,022[A ]| Blood and slaughter is decreed; 149:03,023[A ]| Hurling souls at one another, 149:03,024[A ]| Wrapped in$4$ flaky clots of seed. 149:03,025[A ]| Nature had between cunt and arse 149:03,026[A ]| Wisely placed firm separation. 149:03,027[A ]| God knows else what desolation 149:03,028[A ]| Had ensued from warring tarse. 149:03,029[A ]| Though fate a dismal end did threaten, 149:03,030[A ]| It proved no$2$ worse than was desired. 149:03,031[A ]| The nymph was sorely ballock-beaten, 149:03,032[A ]| Both the shepherds soundly tired. 149:04,000@@@@@| 149:04,000[' ]| 149:04,001[A ]| Oh what a damned age do we live in$4$, 149:04,002[A ]| Since there is no$2$ Christian soul 149:04,003[A ]| But old Father Patrick and Chiffin 149:04,004[A ]| Who$6#1$ put their pricks in$4$ the right hole. 149:04,005[A ]| Oh why do we keep such a bustle 149:04,006[A ]| About putting a prick in$4$ an arse, 149:04,007[A ]| Since Harvey's long clitoris muscle 149:04,008[A ]| Serves Stuart instead of a tarse. 149:04,009[A ]| Since fucking is not as it was wont, 149:04,010[A ]| The ladies have got a new trick, 149:04,011[A ]| As an arsehole serves for$4$ a cunt, 149:04,012[A ]| So$3$ a clitoris serves for$4$ a prick. 149:04,013[A ]| Besides the damned tailors of France, 149:04,014[A ]| To$4$ great Britain's defamation, 149:04,015[A ]| Have made better pintles by$4$ chance 149:04,016[A ]| Than the gods of the English nation. 149:04,017[A ]| But now there is nothing will$1$ do, 149:04,018[A ]| Their cunts are grown so$5#1$ wide, 149:04,019[A ]| Except with a French leather dildo 149:04,020[A ]| They get on$4$ each other and ride. 149:05,000@@@@@| 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,001[A ]| The parsons all keep whores 149:05,002[A ]| In$4$ these most blessed times; 149:05,003[A ]| The sextons they make bawdy songs 149:05,004[A ]| And set them to$4$ their chimes. 149:05,005[A ]| And a pox to$4$ formal fops 149:05,006[A ]| That$6#1$ former ages praise 149:05,007[A ]| And always prate of eighty-eight 149:05,008[A ]| And good Queen Bess's days 149:05,009[A ]| Each prentice now keeps wenches 149:05,010[A ]| That$6#1$ never before wore cuffs, 149:05,011[A ]| And aldermen in$4$ Whetstone's park 149:05,012[A ]| Do rumple all their ruffs 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,013[A ]| The mayor of London town 149:05,014[A ]| Is frigged by$4$ his two shrieves; 149:05,015[A ]| The bishops bugger up$5$ and down 149:05,016[A ]| And all beshit their sleeves. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,017[A ]| The city wives have turned Cheapside 149:05,018[A ]| Into a damned Pell Mell: 149:05,019[A ]| They whore as oft and drink as drunk 149:05,020[A ]| As Stuart and Carwell. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,021[A ]| Our good Lord Chancellor 149:05,022[A ]| With his pale and meagre face 149:05,023[A ]| Does wish his ballocks like$4$ his purse 149:05,024[A ]| And his pintle like$4$ his mace. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,025[A ]| Even in$4$ the House of Peers, 149:05,026[A ]| If he a wench should lack, 149:05,027[A ]| He is taken and fuck a judge's arse 149:05,028[A ]| Upon$4$ his woolly pack. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,029[A ]| And God bless Charles the Second 149:05,030[A ]| And send him long to$9$ reign, 149:05,031[A ]| For$3$ when he is gone, it is ten to$4$ one 149:05,032[A ]| We never have the like$0$ again. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,033[A ]| And God bless handsome Kate, 149:05,034[A ]| And God bless pious James, 149:05,035[A ]| And God bless Gill of Cant 149:05,036[A ]| That$6#1$ fucks beyond the Thames. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,037[A ]| Heavens bless our clergy too, 149:05,038[A ]| Their mitres and their copes, 149:05,039[A ]| And God bless my good Lord Hawley's bulls 149:05,040[A ]| And the Devil confound the Pope's 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,041[A ]| May members still sell votes, 149:05,042[A ]| And keep their country poor, 149:05,043[A ]| And the taxes raised to$9$ kill our friends 149:05,044[A ]| Be spent on$4$ rogue and whore. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:05,045[A ]| Till Charles do mind his own affairs 149:05,046[A ]| And Kate forget to$9$ paint, 149:05,047[A ]| And Arlington refuse a bribe 149:05,048[A ]| And blind Lord Vaughan turn saint. 149:05,000[' ]| 149:06,000@@@@@| 149:06,000[' ]| 149:06,000[' ]| < a bee flew out and stung her neck> 149:06,000[' ]| <1> 149:06,001[A ]| This bee alone of all his race 149:06,002[A ]| Did the unhappy day survive 149:06,003[A ]| When sulphurous flames in$4$ every place 149:06,004[A ]| With death and horror filled the hive; 149:06,000[' ]| <2> 149:06,005[A ]| And having all those dangers past 149:06,006[A ]| He thought he now need fear no$2$ more 149:06,007[A ]| But hid in$4$ ruins, he at last 149:06,008[A ]| Might live securely as before. 149:06,000[' ]| <3> 149:06,009[A ]| But Sylvia soon disturbed his rest, 149:06,010[A ]| For$3$ whilst she searched each little cell 149:06,011[A ]| She chanced on$4$ that$6#2$ among the rest 149:06,012[A ]| Where the poor bee made choice to$9$ dwell. 149:06,000[' ]| <4> 149:06,013[A ]| He saw his friends all slain before, 149:06,014[A ]| Himself of shelter now deprived, 149:06,015[A ]| He saw the foe the food devour 149:06,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ he did for$4$ his age provide. 149:06,000[' ]| <5> 149:06,017[A ]| And now the little injured thing 149:06,018[A ]| Does for$4$ a quick revenge prepare: 149:06,019[A ]| Rage gave new sharpness to$4$ his sting 149:06,020[A ]| With which$6#1$ he hastes to$9$ wound the fair. 149:06,000[' ]| <6> 149:06,021[A ]| But when to$4$ those sweet lips he fled 149:06,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ his own honey did outdo 149:06,023[A ]| And which$6#1$ excelled in$4$ blushing red 149:06,024[A ]| The rose whence he that$6#2$ honey drew, 149:06,000[' ]| <7> 149:06,025[A ]| That$6#2$ lovely place his flight did stay 149:06,026[A ]| And all his anger Ended there; 149:06,027[A ]| But soon her eyes forced him away 149:06,028[A ]| Whose neighbouring rays he could not bear. 149:06,000[' ]| <8> 149:06,029[A ]| With hasty wings to$4$ her fair neck 149:06,030[A ]| Quite dazzled and amazed he flies 149:06,031[A ]| And there some gentle shade does seek 149:06,032[A ]| To$9$ shelter him from her bright eyes. 149:06,000[' ]| <9> 149:06,033[A ]| Its beauties when he saw, says he, 149:06,034[A ]| This place does gayest fields excel: 149:06,035[A ]| Never before did happy Bee 149:06,036[A ]| Amidst such delicious sweetness dwell. 149:06,000[' ]| <10> 149:06,037[A ]| Now am I reconciled to$4$ fate 149:06,038[A ]| Forgive all wrongs, forget all fear, 149:06,039[A ]| For$3$ no$2$ bold hands dares violate 149:06,040[A ]| This sacred place so$5#1$ heavenly fair. 149:06,000[' ]| <11> 149:06,041[A ]| Sylvia whose neck was never pressed 149:06,042[A ]| With any touches but her own 149:06,043[A ]| With anger strikes the little guest 149:06,044[A ]| Which$6#1$ her so$5#1$ oft did importune. 149:06,000[' ]| <12> 149:06,045[A ]| The Bee who$6#1$ saw his death was nigh 149:06,046[A ]| Unless he from the place would go 149:06,047[A ]| That$3$ like$4$ an Hero he might die 149:06,048[A ]| He at that$6#2$ instant wounds his foe. 149:06,000[' ]| <13> 149:06,049[A ]| The Bee deserved no$2$ better fate 149:06,050[A ]| Because he made Sylvia pains Endure; 149:06,051[A ]| His crime he thus did expiate 149:06,052[A ]| And his own honey wrought the cure. 149:06,000[' ]| <14> 149:06,053[A ]| Learn pity Sylvia from this Bee 149:06,054[A ]| And cure the painful wounds we feel 149:06,055[A ]| Which$6#1$ as they all were given by$4$ thee 149:06,056[A ]| Thou at an Easier rate canst heal. 149:06,057[A ]| One smile in$4$ that$6#2$ fair face those wounds will$1$ cure 149:06,058[A ]| Which$6#1$ thy bright eyes have made us long endure. 149:06,000[' ]| 149:00,000[' ]| 149:00,000[' ]| 149:07,000@@@@@| 149:07,000[' ]| <***> 149:07,000[' ]| 149:07,001[A ]| All in$4$ the town of London, 149:07,002[A ]| Near to$4$ the court of Whitehall, 149:07,003[A ]| A bishop at noon 149:07,004[A ]| Did feague my lord Moon 149:07,005[A ]| In$4$ the hole through which$6#1$ we shite-all. 149:07,006[A ]| He was a jovial prelate 149:07,007[A ]| For$4$ confirmation proper: 149:07,008[A ]| If your member be soft 149:07,009[A ]| You may raise it aloft 149:07,010[A ]| By$4$ the grace of this holy groper. 149:07,011[A ]| But alas how can you blame him? 149:07,012[A ]| He was so$5#1$ full of sorrow: 149:07,013[A ]| When the Dutch came so$5#1$ near 149:07,014[A ]| He was seized with fear 149:07,015[A ]| That$3$ he changed his see to$4$ Gomorrah. 149:07,016[A ]| Good people all lament to$9$ see 149:07,017[A ]| Your nobles used so$5#1$ scurvy: 149:07,018[A ]| A priest hath trepanned 149:07,019[A ]| A peer of the land 149:07,020[A ]| And turned him topsy turvy. 149:07,021[A ]| He saith for$4$ vindication 149:07,022[A ]| It was his sacred function, 149:07,023[A ]| To$9$ thrust his great tarse 149:07,024[A ]| Into his lordship's arse 149:07,025[A ]| And give him the extreme unction 149:08,000@@@@@| 149:08,000[' ]| 149:08,001[A ]| Amintor loved and lived in$4$ pain 149:08,002[A ]| For$4$ opportunity: 149:08,003[A ]| He suffered much; I was to$9$ blame, 149:08,004[A ]| So$5#1$ silly and so$5#1$ shy. 149:08,005[A ]| He pressed and vowed to$9$ ask no$2$ more 149:08,006[A ]| But only leave to$9$ speak: 149:08,007[A ]| So$5#1$ honestly methought he swore 149:08,008[A ]| My heart must yield or break. 149:08,009[A ]| Young and unpractised in$4$ love's art 149:08,010[A ]| This fatal leave I gave; 149:08,011[A ]| He spoke, engaged my tender heart, 149:08,012[A ]| Then used it as a slave. 149:09,000@@@@@| 149:09,000[' ]| 149:09,001[A ]| Between Father*Patrick and his Highness of late 149:09,002[A ]| There happened a strong and a weighty debate. 149:09,003[A ]| Religion the theme: It is strange that$3$ they two 149:09,004[A ]| Should dispute about that$6#2$ which$6#1$ neither of them knew; 149:09,005[A ]| When I dare boldly say, if the truth were but known, 149:09,006[A ]| The weakness of Patrick, and strength of his own, 149:09,007[A ]| He would have called it a madness, and much like$4$ a curse, 149:09,008[A ]| To$9$ have changed from a good one to$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ is worse. 149:09,009[A ]| But the reasons which$6#1$ made most his highness to$9$ yield, 149:09,010[A ]| And willingly quit to$4$ St*Patrick the field, 149:09,011[A ]| Were ~~~ 149:09,012[A ]| First, sir, they cheat you, and leave you in$4$ the lurch, 149:09,013[A ]| Who$6#1$ tell you there can be any more than one church. 149:09,014[A ]| And next unto that$6#2$ he averred for$4$ a certain, 149:09,015[A ]| No$2$ footsteps of ours could be found before Martin. 149:09,016[A ]| Now at these two reasons, so$5#1$ deep and profound, 149:09,017[A ]| His highness had like$5$ to$9$ have fallen in$4$ a swound; 149:09,018[A ]| But at length he cried out, 149:09,018@b | Father*Patrick, I find 149:09,019@b | By$4$ the sudden conversion and change of my mind 149:09,020@b | It is not your reason or wit can afford 149:09,021@b | Such strength to$4$ your cause, it is the finger of the Lord. 149:09,022@b | For$3$ now I remember he somewhere has said, 149:09,023@b | That$3$ by$4$ babes and sucklings his truth is conveyed. 149:09,024[A ]| Thus ends the dispute between the priest and the knight, 149:09,025[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$, to$9$ say truth, and to$9$ do them both right, 149:09,026[A ]| He managed the cause as he did the sea-fight. 149:10,000@@@@@| 149:10,000[' ]| 149:10,001[A ]| Bless me you stars, for$4$ sure some sad portent 149:10,002[A ]| Is threatened to$4$ me by$4$ the sad event. 149:10,003[A ]| I had a girl, fair, well attired and sweet, 149:10,004[A ]| Merry and bucksome, for$4$ embraces meet. 149:10,005[A ]| At my request she laid herself down low; 149:10,006[A ]| Her legs stretched wide, her cunt to$4$ me did show 149:10,007[A ]| In$4$ full proportion, pretty mumping thing, 149:10,008[A ]| A companion and playfellow for$4$ a king. 149:10,009[A ]| Then credit me, for$3$ true is my report, 149:10,010[A ]| It prettily mouthed and mewed to$9$ have me sport. 149:10,011[A ]| But yet my base, my base unworthy prick 149:10,012[A ]| (Base I must term it for$4$ so$5#1$ base a trick) 149:10,013[A ]| Lay in$4$ despite of me as one stark dead: 149:10,014[A ]| I could by$4$ no$2$ means make him raise his head. 149:10,015[A ]| I kissed, I toiled, I clasped her cheeks and tail, 149:10,016[A ]| And fingered too, yet I could not prevail. 149:10,017[A ]| Yea, though she took it in$4$ her warm moist hand, 149:10,018[A ]| And crammed it in$5$, dull dog, it would not stand. 149:10,000[' ]| 149:11,000@@@@@| 149:11,000[' ]| <***> 149:11,000[' ]| 149:11,000[' ]| 149:11,000[' ]| 149:11,001[A ]| For$4$ standing tarses we kind nature thank, 149:11,002[A ]| And yet adore those cunts that$6#1$ make them lank. 149:11,003[A ]| Unhappy mortals, whose sublimest joy, 149:11,004[A ]| Preys on$4$ itself and does itself destroy. 149:11,005[A ]| Do not thy tarse, Nature's best gift, despise. 149:11,006[A ]| That$6#2$ cunt that$6#1$ made it fall will$1$ make it rise. 149:11,007[A ]| Though it a while the amorous combat shun, 149:11,008[A ]| And seems from mine into thy belly run, 149:11,009[A ]| Yet it will$1$ return, more vigorous and more fierce, 149:11,010[A ]| Than flaming drunkard when he is dyed in$4$ tierce. 149:11,011[A ]| It but retires, as losing gamesters do, 149:11,012[A ]| Till they have raised a stock to$9$ play anew. 149:11,013[A ]| What pleasure has a gamester if he knows, 149:11,014[A ]| Whenever he plays, that$3$ he must always lose? 149:11,015[A ]| What pego loses, it were a pain to$9$ keep: 149:11,016[A ]| We say not that$3$ our nights are lost in$4$ sleep. 149:11,017[A ]| What pleasures we in$4$ those soft wars employ, 149:11,018[A ]| We do not waste, but to$4$ the full enjoy. 149:11,000[' ]| 149:11,000[' ]| 149:11,019[A ]| Madam, methinks those sleepy eyes declare. 149:11,020[A ]| Too lately you have eased a lover's care: 149:11,021[A ]| I fear you have with interest repaid 149:11,022[A ]| Those eager thrusts which$6#1$ at your cunt he made. 149:11,023[A ]| With force united, my soft heart he stormed; 149:11,024[A ]| Like$4$ age he doted but like$4$ youth performed. 149:11,025[A ]| She that$6#1$ alone her lover can withstand 149:11,026[A ]| Is more than woman or he less than man. 149:11,000[' ]| 149:12,000@@@@@| 149:12,000[' ]| <***> 149:12,000[' ]| 149:12,001[A ]| Fucksters you that$6#1$ will$1$ be happy 149:12,002[A ]| Have a care of cunts that$6#1$ clap ye, 149:12,003[A ]| Escape disease of evil tarsehole, 149:12,004[A ]| Cunt botch and fistula in$4$ arsehole; 149:12,005[A ]| Cods inflamed, colon descending, 149:12,006[A ]| Prick still weeping, never spending. 149:12,007[A ]| Take the counsel that$6#1$ I have sent you, 149:12,008[A ]| Then fuck on$5$ and never repent you. 149:12,009[A ]| City cunts are dangerous sport, 149:12,010[A ]| Who$6#1$, since prentices plays at court, 149:12,011[A ]| Trudge to$4$ Mosely's, where the fat things. 149:12,012[A ]| Fuck with Shaftesbury and Atkins. 149:12,013[A ]| Whitehall cunts are grown so$5#1$ common, 149:12,014[A ]| Foul and wide and fit for$4$ no$2$ man, 149:12,015[A ]| Torn and teased from prince to$4$ carman, 149:12,016[A ]| Rubbed by$4$ porters, rammed by$4$ chairmen. 149:12,017[A ]| Frigged in$4$ chapel, fucked in$4$ the entries. 149:12,018[A ]| By$4$ the singing boys and sentries; 149:12,019[A ]| Peppered as they come from prayers 149:12,020[A ]| By$4$ the next oars at water stairs; 149:12,021[A ]| Tail turned up$5$ to$4$ all men now 149:12,022[A ]| From Doctor*Crew to$4$ coachman Crow. 149:12,023[A ]| Country cunts have nasty whites 149:12,024[A ]| From parsons' daughters to$4$ the knights', 149:12,025[A ]| Who$6#1$ daintily refusing others 149:12,026[A ]| Fuck with their fathers and their brothers. 149:12,027[A ]| But follow me and you shall prove 149:12,028[A ]| Safe in$4$ the variety of love. 149:12,029[A ]| Every tarse indulgent spark 149:12,030[A ]| Shall enjoy at Whetsone park, 149:12,031[A ]| A drunken sound obedient whore. 149:12,032[A ]| What can mortals wish for$4$ more? 149:13,000@@@@@| 149:13,000[' ]| <***> 149:13,000[' ]| 149:13,001[A ]| Have you seen the raging stormy main 149:13,002[A ]| Toss a ship up$5$ then cast her down again? 149:13,003[A ]| Sometimes she seems to$9$ touch the very skies 149:13,004[A ]| And then again upon$4$ the sand she lies. 149:13,005[A ]| Or have you seen a bull, when he is jealous, 149:13,006[A ]| How he does tear the ground and roars and bellows? 149:13,007[A ]| Or have you seen the pretty turtle dove 149:13,008[A ]| When she laments the absence of her love? 149:13,009[A ]| Or have you seen the fairies, when they sing 149:13,010[A ]| And dance with mirth together in$4$ a ring? 149:13,011[A ]| Or have you seen our gallants keep a pudder 149:13,012[A ]| With fair and grace and grace and fair Anstruder? 149:13,013[A ]| Or have you seen the daughters of Apollo 149:13,014[A ]| Pour down their rhyming liquors in$4$ a hollow 149:13,015[A ]| Cane? 149:13,016[A ]| In$4$ spongy brain, congealing into verse? 149:13,017[A ]| If you have seen all this, then kiss mine arse 149:14,000@@@@@| 149:14,000[' ]| <***> 149:14,001[A ]| Fruition was the question in$4$ debate, 149:14,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ like$4$ so$5#1$ hot a casuist I did state 149:14,003[A ]| That$3$ she my freedom urged as my offence, 149:14,004[A ]| To$9$ teach me reason to$9$ subdue my sense. 149:14,005[A ]| But yet this angry cloud which$6#1$ did proclaim 149:14,006[A ]| Volleys of thunder melted into rain, 149:14,007[A ]| And this adulterate stamp of seeming nice, 149:14,008[A ]| Made feigned virtue but a bawd to$4$ vice. 149:14,009[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ a compliment that$6#1$ is seldom known, 149:14,010[A ]| She thrusts me out and yet invites me home, 149:14,011[A ]| And those delays do but enhance delight 149:14,012[A ]| As prohibition whets the appetite. 149:14,013[A ]| For$3$ the kind curtain raised my esteem 149:14,014[A ]| To$9$ wonder at the opening of the scene. 149:14,015[A ]| When of her breasts, her hands the guardians were 149:14,016[A ]| Yet I salute each sullen officer, 149:14,017[A ]| Though like$4$ the flaming sword before my eyes 149:14,018[A ]| They block the passage to$4$ my paradise. 149:14,019[A ]| Nor could those tyrant hands so$5#2$ guard the coin 149:14,020[A ]| But love, where it can not purchase, may purloin. 149:14,021[A ]| For$3$ though her breasts are hid her lips are prize 149:14,022[A ]| To$9$ make me reach beyond my avarice. 149:14,023[A ]| Yet my ambition my affections fed 149:14,024[A ]| To$9$ conquer both the white rose and the red. 149:14,025[A ]| The event proved true for$3$ on$4$ the bed she sat 149:14,026[A ]| And seemed to$9$ covet what she seemed to$9$ hate. 149:14,027[A ]| Heat of resistance had increased her fire 149:14,028[A ]| And weak defences turn to$4$ strong desire. 149:14,029[A ]| What unkind influence could interpose 149:14,030[A ]| When two such stars did in$4$ conjunction close? 149:14,031[A ]| Only too hasty fear my hopes did foil: 149:14,032[A ]| Seeking to$9$ feed her lamp I spilled my oil, 149:14,033[A ]| And that$6#2$ which$6#1$ more reproach upon$4$ me hurled 149:14,034[A ]| Was dead to$4$ her gives life to$4$ all the world. 149:14,035[A ]| Nature's chief prop and motion's primest source 149:14,036[A ]| In$4$ me both lost its vigour and its force. 149:14,037[A ]| Sad conquest when it is the victor's fate 149:14,038[A ]| To$9$ die at entrance of the opening gate. 149:14,039[A ]| Like$4$ prudent corporations, had we laid 149:14,040[A ]| A common stock by$5$ we had improved our trade. 149:14,041[A ]| But as a prodigal heir I spent by$4$ *** 149:14,042[A ]| What home directed had served her and I. 149:14,043[A ]| When next on$4$ such a *** I chance to$9$ be 149:14,044[A ]| Give me less vigour, more activity: 149:14,045[A ]| For$3$ love turns impotent when strained too high: 149:14,046[A ]| His very cordials make him sooner die, 149:14,047[A ]| Evaporates in$4$ fume and fire too great: 149:14,048[A ]| Love's chemistry thrives but on$4$ equal heat. 149:15,000@@@@@| 149:15,000[' ]| 149:15,001[A ]| Husband thou dull unpitied miscreant, 149:15,002[A ]| Wedded to$4$ noise to$4$ misery and want, 149:15,003[A ]| Sold an eternal vassal for$4$ thy life 149:15,004[A ]| Obliged to$9$ cherish and to$9$ hate thy wife, 149:15,005[A ]| Drudge on$5$ till fifty at thine own expense, 149:15,006[A ]| Breathe out thy life in$4$ one impertinence, 149:15,007[A ]| Repeat thy loathed embraces every night, 149:15,008[A ]| Prompted to$9$ act by$4$ duty not delight, 149:15,009[A ]| Christen the froward bantling once a year 149:15,010[A ]| And carefully thy spurious issue rear, 149:15,011[A ]| Go once a week to$9$ see thy babe at nurse, 149:15,012[A ]| And let the young impostor drain thy purse, 149:15,013[A ]| Hedge sparrow like$4$ what cuckoos have begot 149:15,014[A ]| Do thou maintain, incorrigible sot. 149:15,015[A ]| O I could curse the pimp (who$6#2$ would do less): 149:15,016[A ]| He is beneath pity and beyond redress. 149:15,017[A ]| Pox on$4$ him, let him go ~~ what can I say? 149:15,018[A ]| Anathemas on$4$ him are thrown away. 149:15,019[A ]| The wretch is married and hath known the worst 149:15,020[A ]| And now his blessing is he can not be cursed. 149:15,021[A ]| Married! O hell and furies name it not! 149:15,022[A ]| Hence, hence ye holy cheats a plot! a plot! 149:15,023[A ]| Married is but a licensed way to$9$ sin, 149:15,024[A ]| A noose to$9$ catch religious woodcocks in$5$; 149:15,025[A ]| Or the nickname of some malicious fiend 149:15,026[A ]| Begot in$4$ hell to$9$ persecute mankind. 149:15,027[A ]| It is the destroyer of our peace and health, 149:15,028[A ]| Misspender of our strength, our time and wealth. 149:15,029[A ]| The enemy to$4$ mirth, wit, valour, all 149:15,030[A ]| That$6#1$ we can virtuous, good or pleasant call. 149:15,031[A ]| By$4$ day it is nothing but a needless noise; 149:15,032[A ]| By$4$ night the echo of forgotten joys. 149:15,033[A ]| Abroad the sport and wonder of the crowd; 149:15,034[A ]| At home the hourly breach of what they vowed. 149:15,035[A ]| In$4$ youth it is opium to$4$ our lustful rage 149:15,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ sleeps a while but wakes again in$4$ age. 149:15,037[A ]| It heaps on$4$ all men nought but useless care, 149:15,038[A ]| For$3$ with more trouble they less happy are. 149:15,039[A ]| It cheats youth, shortens life and taints the mind, 149:15,040[A ]| Our senses palls and smites our reason blind. 149:15,041[A ]| Ye gods, that$3$ man by$4$ his own slavish law 149:15,042[A ]| Should on$4$ himself such inconvenience draw. 149:15,043[A ]| If he would wiser nature's law obey 149:15,044[A ]| Those chalk him out a far more pleasant way. 149:15,045[A ]| She bids you freely look, like$1$ and enjoy; 149:15,046[A ]| For$3$ love, when made a duty, does but cloy. 149:15,047[A ]| Therefore, when lusty youth and wine conspire 149:15,048[A ]| To$9$ fan the blood into a generous fire, 149:15,049[A ]| You must not think the gallant will$1$ endure 149:15,050[A ]| The prurient raging of the calenture, 149:15,051[A ]| Nor always in$4$ his single pleasures burn 149:15,052[A ]| Though nature's handmaid sometimes serves the turn. 149:15,053[A ]| No$7$, he must have a sprightly, youthful wench, 149:15,054[A ]| In$4$ equal floods of love his flames to$9$ quench; 149:15,055[A ]| One that$6#1$ will$1$ hold him in$4$ her clasping arms 149:15,056[A ]| And in$4$ that$6#2$ circle all his spirits charms, 149:15,057[A ]| That$6#1$ with new motion and unpractised art 149:15,058[A ]| Can raise his soul and reensnare his heart. 149:15,059[A ]| Hence spring the noble, fortunate and great, 149:15,060[A ]| Always begot in$4$ passion and in$4$ heat; 149:15,061[A ]| But the dull offspring of the marriage bed 149:15,062[A ]| What is it but a human shape in$4$ lead? 149:15,063[A ]| A sottish lump engendered of all ills, 149:15,064[A ]| Begot like$4$ cats against their fathers' wills. 149:15,065[A ]| If it be bastardised it is doubly spoiled, 149:15,066[A ]| The mother's fears entailed upon$4$ the child. 149:15,067[A ]| But whether illegitimate or not, 149:15,068[A ]| Cowards and fools in$4$ wedlock are begot. 149:15,069[A ]| Let no$2$ ennobled soul himself abase 149:15,070[A ]| By$4$ lawful ways to$9$ bastardise his race. 149:15,071[A ]| But if he must pay nature's debt in$4$ kind, 149:15,072[A ]| To$9$ check the growing danger let him find 149:15,073[A ]| Some willing female out ~~ What though she be 149:15,074[A ]| The very scum and dregs of infamy? 149:15,075[A ]| Though she be linsey woolsey bawd and whore, 149:15,076[A ]| Close stool to$4$ Venus, nature's common shore, 149:15,077[A ]| Impudence, folly, bawdry and disease, 149:15,078[A ]| The sunday crack to$4$ suburb prentices, 149:15,079[A ]| What then she is better than a wife by$4$ half, 149:15,080[A ]| And if thou art still unmarried still thou art safe. 149:15,081[A ]| With whores thou canst but venture what if lost 149:15,082[A ]| May be redeemed again with care and cost; 149:15,083[A ]| But a damned wife, inevitable fate, 149:15,084[A ]| Destroys soul, body, credit and estate. 149:16,000@@@@@| 149:16,000[' ]| 149:16,001[A ]| I rise at eleven, 149:16,002[A ]| I dine about two, 149:16,003[A ]| I get drunk before seven 149:16,004[A ]| And the next thing I do 149:16,005[A ]| I send for$4$ my whore 149:16,006[A ]| When for$4$ fear of a clap, 149:16,007[A ]| I spend in$4$ my hand 149:16,008[A ]| And I spew in$4$ her lap. 149:16,009[A ]| Then we quarrel and scold 149:16,010[A ]| Till I fall fast asleep, 149:16,011[A ]| When the bitch growing bold, 149:16,012[A ]| To$4$ my pocket does creep. 149:16,013[A ]| Then slyly she leaves me 149:16,014[A ]| And to$9$ revenge the affront 149:16,015[A ]| At once she bereaves me 149:16,016[A ]| Of money and cunt. 149:16,017[A ]| If by$4$ chance then I wake 149:16,018[A ]| Hot headed and drunk, 149:16,019[A ]| What a coil do I make 149:16,020[A ]| For$4$ the loss of my punk? 149:16,021[A ]| I storm and I roar, 149:16,022[A ]| And I fall in$4$ a rage, 149:16,023[A ]| And missing my whore 149:16,024[A ]| I bugger my page. 149:16,025[A ]| Then crop-sick all morning 149:16,026[A ]| I rail at my men, 149:16,027[A ]| And in$4$ bed I lie yawning 149:16,028[A ]| Till eleven again. 149:17,000@@@@@| 149:17,000[' ]| 149:18,000@@@@@| 149:18,000[' ]| 149:18,001[A ]| Sylvia never despise my love 149:18,002[A ]| For$4$ Colon's mightier dart; 149:18,003[A ]| My force and vigour you shall prove 149:18,004[A ]| Will$1$ reach your panting heart. 149:18,005[A ]| To$4$ fools such monsters Nature sends, 149:18,006[A ]| For$4$ want of brains, a dull amends. 149:18,000[' ]| 149:18,007[A ]| Content yourself with what is your due: 149:18,008[A ]| Him you excel in$4$ wit, it is true, 149:18,009[A ]| But Colon has his merits too. 149:18,010[A ]| Wit is but words, and words but wind 149:18,011[A ]| That$6#1$ dallies with a wanton mind, 149:18,012[A ]| As Zephyr's gentle breezes play 149:18,013[A ]| With my extended limbs in$4$ May; 149:18,014[A ]| But you methinks, sweet sir, should know, 149:18,015[A ]| It is substance that$6#1$ prevails below. 149:18,016[A ]| To$4$ each, then, his just dole I will$1$ give: 149:18,017[A ]| With you I will$1$ talk, with him I will$1$ swive; 149:18,018[A ]| Your wit shall raise my strong desires 149:18,019[A ]| And he shall quench their raging fires. 149:18,020[A ]| Thus both your merits I will$1$ unite, 149:18,021[A ]| You shall my ear, he please my appetite. 149:18,000[' ]| 149:18,022[A ]| This said, with speed the cursed bitch retired 149:18,023[A ]| And left me with just indignation fired; 149:18,024[A ]| But taught in$4$ woman's prostituted schools 149:18,025[A ]| That$3$ men of wit, but pimp for$4$ ~~ fools. 149:19,000@@@@@| 149:19,000[' ]| 149:19,001[A ]| It was when the sable lanthorn of the night 149:19,002[A ]| Had closed the day and chased away the light; 149:19,003[A ]| It was when the raven and the screechowl begin 149:19,004[A ]| To$9$ make bad conscience tremble at its sin. 149:19,005[A ]| Methought then I was carried to$4$ my dear 149:19,006[A ]| Ready to$9$ pay what I had promised her. 149:19,007[A ]| I went and found her prostrate in$4$ her bed, 149:19,008[A ]| Only her smock covering her maidenhead. 149:19,009[A ]| I lifted up$5$ her linen, sweet mistress by$4$ your favour, 149:19,010[A ]| It smelt, but Oh how strongly did it savour. 149:19,011[A ]| I looked: Oh how the blind boy's happy cloister 149:19,012[A ]| Arched on$4$ both sides lay gaping like$4$ an oyster! 149:19,013[A ]| I had my tool before me which$6#1$ I put 149:19,014[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the quick, and presently it shut, 149:19,015[A ]| And clinging fast at every lusty stroke, 149:19,016[A ]| As doth the loving ivy to$4$ the oak. 149:19,017[A ]| Well then I fainted, but at second bout 149:19,018[A ]| It opened and made way to$9$ let me out. 149:19,019[A ]| It grinned and would have made a dead man skip 149:19,020[A ]| To$9$ see it weigh and mupp its upper lip. 149:19,021[A ]| Thus I awaked. Mocked by$4$ my lustful brain, 149:19,022[A ]| I felt my belly wet and slept again. 149:20,000@@@@@| 149:20,000[' ]| 149:20,001[A ]| How now, brave swain, why art thou thus cast down? 149:20,002[A ]| Can Amaryllis's scorn or angry frown 149:20,003[A ]| The gay, the witty and bold destroy 149:20,004[A ]| And cut his days off in$4$ abortive joy 149:20,005[A ]| Whilst sullen grief sits on$4$ his manly brow 149:20,006[A ]| And broods despair to$4$ which$6#1$ his soul dares bow? 149:20,007[A ]| For$4$ shame, rouse up$5$, consider well the cause, 149:20,008[A ]| The worthless reason: prithee Strephon, pause, 149:20,009[A ]| And be advised, consider it is a woman, 149:20,010[A ]| A thing so$5#1$ mean, so$5#1$ senseless and so$5#1$ common 149:20,011[A ]| That$3$ Nature blushed when first she made the sex, 149:20,012[A ]| As good for$4$ nothing but the world to$9$ vex; 149:20,013[A ]| The peevish offspring of our humours bad, 149:20,014[A ]| Which$6#1$, gathering to$4$ one place, that$6#2$ creature made, 149:20,015[A ]| Easing us of an excrementish load 149:20,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ else would have infected all our blood, 149:20,017[A ]| And tainting our free souls have kept them back 149:20,018[A ]| In$4$ glory's search and fame's immortal track. 149:20,019[A ]| Consider this and all her charms despise; 149:20,020[A ]| Unmoved, repel the lightning of her eyes. 149:20,021[A ]| Smile when she frowns, frown when she smiles, and be 149:20,022[A ]| From her weak chains forever after free. 149:21,000@@@@@| 149:21,000[' ]| 149:21,001[A ]| Let Ancients boast no$2$ more 149:21,002[A ]| Their lewd imperial whore 149:21,003[A ]| Whose everlasting lust 149:21,004[A ]| Survived her body's latest thrust, 149:21,005[A ]| And when that$6#2$ transitory dust 149:21,006[A ]| Had no$2$ more vigour left in$4$ store 149:21,007[A ]| Was still as fresh and active as before. 149:21,008[A ]| Her glory must give place 149:21,009[A ]| To$4$ one of modern British race 149:21,010[A ]| Whose every daily act exceeds 149:21,011[A ]| The other's most transcendent deeds; 149:21,012[A ]| She has at length made good 149:21,013[A ]| That$3$ there is human flesh and blood 149:21,014[A ]| Even able to$9$ outdo 149:21,015[A ]| All that$6#1$ their loosest wishes prompt them to$4$. 149:21,016[A ]| When she has jaded quite 149:21,017[A ]| Her almost boundless appetite, 149:21,018[A ]| Cloyed with the choicest banquets of delight, 149:21,019[A ]| She will$1$ still drudge on$5$ in$4$ tasteless vice 149:21,020[A ]| As if she sinned for$4$ exercise 149:21,021[A ]| Disabling stoutest stallions every hour, 149:21,022[A ]| And when they can perform no$2$ more 149:21,023[A ]| She will$1$ rail at them and kick them out of door. 149:21,024[A ]| Monmouth and Candish droop 149:21,025[A ]| As first did Henningham and Scroop, 149:21,026[A ]| Nay Scabby*Ned looks thin and pale 149:21,027[A ]| And sturdy Frank himself begins to$9$ Fail. 149:21,028[A ]| But Woe betide him if he does, 149:21,029[A ]| She will$1$ set her Jockey on$4$ his toes 149:21,030[A ]| And he shall end the quarrel without blows. 149:21,031[A ]| Now tell me all ye powers 149:21,032[A ]| Whoever could equal this lewd dame of ours? 149:21,033[A ]| Lais herself must yield 149:21,034[A ]| And vanquished Julia quit the field, 149:21,035[A ]| Nor can that$6#2$ princess one day famed 149:21,036[A ]| As wonder of the earth 149:21,037[A ]| For$4$ Minataurus' glorious birth 149:21,038[A ]| With admiration any more be named. 149:21,039[A ]| These puny Heroines of history 149:21,040[A ]| Eclipsed by$4$ her shall all forgotten be 149:21,041[A ]| Whilst her great Name confronts eternity. 149:21,000[' ]| 149:22,000@@@@@| 149:22,000[' ]| 149:22,001[A ]| Mourn all ye groves, in$4$ darker shades be seen, 149:22,002[A ]| Let groans be heard, where gentle winds have been: 149:22,003[A ]| Ye Albion Rivers, weep your fountains dry, 149:22,004[A ]| And all ye plants your moisture spend, and die: 149:22,005[A ]| Ye melancholy flowers, which$6#1$ once were men, 149:22,006[A ]| Lament, until you be transformed again: 149:22,007[A ]| Let every rose pale as the lily be, 149:22,008[A ]| And winter frost seize the anemone. 149:22,009[A ]| But thou, O Hyacinth, more vigorous grow: 149:22,010[A ]| In$4$ mournful letters thy sad glory show; 149:22,011[A ]| Enlarge thy grief, and flourish in$4$ thy woe. 149:22,012[A ]| For$3$ Bion, the beloved Bion's dead: 149:22,013[A ]| His voice is gone, his tuneful breath is fled. 149:22,014[A ]| Come all ye muses, come, adorn the shepherd's hearse 149:22,015[A ]| With never-fading garlands, never-dying verse. 149:23,000@@@@@| 149:23,000[' ]| 149:23,001[A ]| The Freeborn English generous and wise 149:23,002[A ]| Hate chains but do not government despise. 149:23,003[A ]| Rights of the Crown, Tributes and Taxes, They 149:23,004[A ]| (When Lawfully exacted) Freely pay. 149:23,005[A ]| Force They abhor and wrongs they hardly bear, 149:23,006[A ]| More governed by$4$ their judgement then their fear, 149:23,007[A ]| Justice with them is never held severe. 149:23,008[A ]| Rash councils here have still the worst effect: 149:23,009[A ]| The certain way to$9$ reign is to$9$ protect. 149:23,010[A ]| Kings are Least safe with a Loose Lawless will$0$ 149:23,011[A ]| It is but the wretched power of doing ill, 149:23,012[A ]| And never can be a Prudent King's design. 149:23,013[A ]| What King would change to$9$ be a Catiline? 149:23,014[A ]| Break his own Lawes? stake an unquestioned Throne? 149:23,015[A ]| Conspire with vassals to$9$ usurp his own? 149:23,016[A ]| It is a Vile Favourite's Insolent pretence 149:23,017[A ]| To$9$ Tyrannise at a good King's expense. 149:23,018[A ]| England to$4$ servile Yokes did never bow! 149:23,019[A ]| What Conquerors never presumed, who$6#2$ dares do now? 149:23,020[A ]| Roman, nor Norman ever could pretend 149:23,021[A ]| To$9$ have enslaved, but made this Isle their Friend. 149:23,000[' ]| 149:23,001[A ]| 149:23,002[A ]| 149:23,003[A ]| 149:23,004[A ]| 149:23,005[A ]| 149:23,006[A ]| 149:23,007[A ]| 149:23,008[A ]| 149:23,009[A ]| 149:23,010[A ]| 149:23,011[A ]| 149:23,012[A ]| 149:23,013[A ]| 149:23,014[A ]| 149:23,015[A ]| 149:23,016[A ]| 149:23,017[A ]| 149:23,018[A ]| 149:23,019[A ]| 149:23,020[A ]| 149:23,021[A ]| 149:23,022[A ]| 149:23,023[A ]| 149:23,024[A ]| 149:23,025[A ]| 149:23,026[A ]| 149:23,027[A ]| 149:23,028[A ]| 149:23,029[A ]| 149:23,030[A ]| 149:24,000@@@@@| 149:24,000[' ]| 149:24,001[A ]| Welcome great Prince to$4$ life again, at least 149:24,002[A ]| Welcome from dangers which$6#1$ we hope are past: 149:24,003[A ]| Dangers which$6#1$ lately hovered over your head 149:24,004[A ]| Threatening to$9$ strike your rising glory dead. 149:24,005[A ]| The Clouds blown over and the mists away 149:24,006[A ]| Portend the rising of a glorious day. 149:24,007[A ]| May still your sacred Majesty give law 149:24,008[A ]| To$4$ all your kingdoms keeping them in$4$ awe. 149:24,009[A ]| May your bright Crown as beauteous rays disperse 149:24,010[A ]| As any Monarch of the Universe. 149:25,000@@@@@| 149:25,000[' ]| 149:25,001[A ]| When weary time had spent a summer's day 149:25,002[A ]| And on$4$ my bed to$9$ cool myself I lay, 149:25,003[A ]| The casement of the window open stood 149:25,004[A ]| And palefaced light appeared as in$4$ a wood 149:25,005[A ]| By$4$ the reflection of a neighbouring flood, 149:25,006[A ]| Or as when Sol just entered Neptune's bay 149:25,007[A ]| Or peeping light tells the approach of day, 149:25,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ time to$4$ bashful maids is counted dear, 149:25,009[A ]| The only hiding place for$4$ shame and fear. 149:25,010[A ]| Behold! I heard a silent angel's tread 149:25,011[A ]| With timorous patting steps approach the bed; 149:25,012[A ]| And lo! Corinna did at last appear 149:25,013[A ]| Undressed but veiled with her divided hair 149:25,014[A ]| And a loose gown which$6#1$ she at night did wear; 149:25,015[A ]| Just as the fair Semiramis is said 149:25,016[A ]| When brisk with virgin beauty she did wed 149:25,017[A ]| To$9$ come in$4$ splendour to$4$ her husband's bed. 149:25,018[A ]| I caught her clothes and would have pulled them off, 149:25,019[A ]| She snatched and shrunk and shoved and seemed to$9$ loathe 149:25,020[A ]| That$3$ I should mention anything of it; 149:25,021[A ]| And when my hand did err, hit me a pat 149:25,022[A ]| Upon$4$ my wrist or arm; and oft says Fie 149:25,023[A ]| Why do you deal with me uncivilly? 149:25,024[A ]| At length with less than force she did comply 149:25,025[A ]| And yield without a fight the victory; 149:25,026[A ]| And as she stood naked without her clothes 149:25,027[A ]| And all that$6#1$ nature gave her did expose, 149:25,028[A ]| I viewed her well but in$4$ no$2$ part did see 149:25,029[A ]| The smallest speck of foul deformity. 149:25,030[A ]| What arms I clasped! What shoulders did I strike! 149:25,031[A ]| What turgid paps I squeezed! What not I liked? 149:25,032[A ]| Soft as the downy swan, smooth as the main, 149:25,033[A ]| Unruffled by$4$ the wind or stormy rain 149:25,034[A ]| Her belly was, and joined to$4$ that$6#2$ was nigh 149:25,035[A ]| When open spread her youthful sporting thigh. 149:25,036[A ]| What shall I tell the rest that$6#1$ I did see? 149:25,037[A ]| No$7$, I will$1$ not break the bonds of modesty. 149:25,038[A ]| At length we clasped each other in$4$ our arms, 149:25,039[A ]| We eager lay breathing out mutual charms. 149:25,040[A ]| I with my body did her body press: 149:25,041[A ]| The rest, the rest ye easily may guess 149:25,042[A ]| Till both at last we panting weary lay. 149:25,043[A ]| Thus may I often spend the middle of the day. 149:25,000[' ]| 149:26,000@@@@@| 149:26,000[' ]| 149:26,001[A ]| Long time plain dealing in$4$ the haughty town, 149:26,002[A ]| Wandering about, though in$4$ threadbare gown, 149:26,003[A ]| At last unanimously was cried down. 149:26,004[A ]| When, almost starved, she to$4$ the country fled, 149:26,005[A ]| In$4$ hopes, though meanly, she should there be fed 149:26,006[A ]| And tumble nightly on$4$ a pea-straw bed. 149:26,007[A ]| But knavery, knowing her intent, took post, 149:26,008[A ]| And rumoured her approach through every coast, 149:26,009[A ]| Vowing his ruin who$6#1$ should be her host. 149:26,010[A ]| Frighted at this, each rustic shut his door, 149:26,011[A ]| Bid her be gone and trouble him no$2$ more 149:26,012[A ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ entertained her must be poor. 149:26,013[A ]| At this grief seized her, grief too great to$9$ tell, 149:26,014[A ]| When weeping, sighing, fainting down she fell, 149:26,015[A ]| Whilst knavery laughing rung her passing bell. 149:27,000@@@@@| 149:27,000[' ]| 149:27,000[' ]| <(consideratus: cautious, circumspect)> 149:27,001[A ]| What pleasures can the gaudy world afford? 149:27,002[A ]| What true delights does teeming nature hoard 149:27,003[A ]| In$4$ her great storehouse where she lays her treasure? 149:27,004[A ]| Alas, it is all the shadow of a pleasure. 149:27,005[A ]| No$2$ true content in$4$ all her works are found, 149:27,006[A ]| No$2$ solid joys in$4$ all earth's spacious round 149:27,007[A ]| For$4$ labouring man, who$6#1$ toils himself in$4$ vain, 149:27,008[A ]| Eagerly grasping what creates his pain. 149:27,009[A ]| How false and feeble, nay scarce worth a name 149:27,010[A ]| Are riches, honour, power and babbling fame. 149:27,011[A ]| Yet it is for$4$ these men wade through seas of blood 149:27,012[A ]| And bold for$4$ mischief, storm to$9$ be withstood; 149:27,013[A ]| Which$6#1$ when obtained, breed but stupendous fear, 149:27,014[A ]| Strife, jealousies and sleep-disturbing care. 149:27,015[A ]| No$2$ beam of comfort, not a ray of light 149:27,016[A ]| Shines thence to$9$ guide us through fate's gloomy night; 149:27,017[A ]| But, lost in$4$ devious darkness, there we stay, 149:27,018[A ]| Bereft of reason in$4$ an endless way. 149:27,019[A ]| Virtue is the solid good if any be: 149:27,020[A ]| It is this creates our true felicity; 149:27,021[A ]| Though we despise, contemn and cast it by$5$ 149:27,022[A ]| As worthless or our fatal enemy, 149:27,023[A ]| Because our darling lusts it dare control 149:27,024[A ]| And bound the rovings of the madding soul. 149:27,025[A ]| Therefore in$4$ garments poor it still appears 149:27,026[A ]| And sometimes, naked, it no$2$ garment wears; 149:27,027[A ]| Shunned by$4$ the great and worthless thought by$4$ most, 149:27,028[A ]| Urged to$9$ be gone, or wished forever lost, 149:27,029[A ]| Yet is it loath to$9$ leave our wretched coast; 149:27,030[A ]| But in$4$ disguise does here and there intrude, 149:27,031[A ]| Striving to$9$ conquer base ingratitude, 149:27,032[A ]| And boldly ventures now and then to$9$ shine 149:27,033[A ]| So$5#2$ to$9$ make known it is of birth divine; 149:27,034[A ]| But clouded oft it like$4$ the lightning plays, 149:27,035[A ]| Loosing as soon as seen its pointed rays. 149:27,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ scarceness makes those that$6#1$ are weak in$4$ wit 149:27,037[A ]| For$4$ virtue's self admire its counterfeit 149:27,038[A ]| With which$6#1$ damned hypocrites the world delude 149:27,039[A ]| As we on$4$ Indians' glass for$4$ gems intrude.