111:01,000@@@@@| 111:01,000[' ]| 111:01,001[A ]| Were I (who$6#1$ to$4$ my cost already am 111:01,002[A ]| One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man) 111:01,003[A ]| A spirit free to$9$ choose, for$4$ my own share, 111:01,004[A ]| What case of flesh and blood I pleased to$9$ wear, 111:01,005[A ]| I would be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, 111:01,006[A ]| Or anything but that$6#2$ vain animal 111:01,007[A ]| Who$6#1$ is so$5#1$ proud of being rational. 111:01,008[A ]| The senses are too gross, and he will$1$ contrive 111:01,009[A ]| A sixth, to$9$ contradict the other five, 111:01,010[A ]| And before certain instinct, will$1$ prefer 111:01,011[A ]| Reason, which$6#1$ fifty times for$4$ one does err; 111:01,012[A ]| Reason, an \7ignis*fatuus\ in$4$ the mind, 111:01,013[A ]| Which$6#1$, leaving light of nature, sense, behind, 111:01,014[A ]| Pathless and dangerous wandering ways it takes 111:01,015[A ]| Through error's fenny bogs and thorny brakes; 111:01,016[A ]| Whilst the misguided follower climbs with pain 111:01,017[A ]| Mountains of whimseys, heaped in$4$ his own brain; 111:01,018[A ]| Stumbling from thought to$4$ thought, falls headlong down 111:01,019[A ]| Into doubt's boundless sea, where, like$5$ to$9$ drown, 111:01,020[A ]| Books bear him up$5$ awhile, and make him try 111:01,021[A ]| To$9$ swim with bladders of philosophy; 111:01,022[A ]| In$4$ hopes still to$9$ overtake the escaping light, 111:01,023[A ]| The vapour dances in$4$ his dazzling sight 111:01,024[A ]| Till, spent, it leaves him to$4$ eternal night. 111:01,025[A ]| Then old age and experience, hand in$4$ hand, 111:01,026[A ]| Lead him to$4$ death, and make him understand, 111:01,027[A ]| After a search so$5#1$ painful and so$5#1$ long, 111:01,028[A ]| That$3$ all his life he has been in$4$ the wrong. 111:01,029[A ]| Huddled in$4$ dirt the reasoning engine lies, 111:01,030[A ]| Who$6#1$ was so$5#1$ proud, so$5#1$ witty, and so$5#1$ wise. 111:01,031[A ]| Pride drew him in$5$, as cheats their bubbles catch, 111:01,032[A ]| And made him venture to$9$ be made a wretch. 111:01,033[A ]| His wisdom did his happiness destroy, 111:01,034[A ]| Aiming to$9$ know that$6#2$ world he should enjoy. 111:01,035[A ]| And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense 111:01,036[A ]| Of pleasing others at his own expense, 111:01,037[A ]| For$3$ wits are treated just like$4$ common whores: 111:01,038[A ]| First they are enjoyed, and then kicked out of doors. 111:01,039[A ]| The pleasure past, a threatening doubt remains 111:01,040[A ]| That$6#1$ frights the enjoyer with succeeding pains. 111:01,041[A ]| Women and men of wit are dangerous tools, 111:01,042[A ]| And ever fatal to$4$ admiring fools: 111:01,043[A ]| Pleasure allures, and when the fops escape, 111:01,044[A ]| It is not that$3$ they are beloved, but fortunate, 111:01,045[A ]| And therefore what they fear at heart, they hate. 111:01,046[A ]| But now, methinks, some formal band and beard 111:01,047[A ]| Takes me to$4$ task. Come on$5$, sir; I am prepared. 111:01,048[B ]| "Then, by$4$ your favor, anything that$6#1$ is writ 111:01,049[B ]| Against this gibing, jingling knack called wit 111:01,050[B ]| Likes me abundantly; but you take care 111:01,051[B ]| Upon$4$ this point, not to$9$ be too severe. 111:01,052[B ]| Perhaps my muse were fitter for$4$ this part, 111:01,053[B ]| For$3$ I profess I can be very smart 111:01,054[B ]| On$4$ wit, which$6#1$ I abhor with all my heart. 111:01,055[B ]| I long to$9$ lash it in$4$ some sharp essay, 111:01,056[B ]| But your grand indiscretion bids me stay 111:01,057[B ]| And turns my tide of ink another way. 111:01,058[B ]| "What rage ferments in$4$ your degenerate mind 111:01,059[B ]| To$9$ make you rail at reason and mankind? 111:01,060[B ]| Blessed, glorious man! to$4$ whom alone kind heaven 111:01,061[B ]| An everlasting soul has freely given, 111:01,062[B ]| Whom his great Maker took such care to$9$ make 111:01,063[B ]| That$3$ from himself he did the image take 111:01,064[B ]| And this fair frame in$4$ shining reason dressed 111:01,065[B ]| To$9$ dignify his nature above beast; 111:01,066[B ]| Reason, by$4$ whose aspiring influence 111:01,067[B ]| We take a flight beyond material sense, 111:01,068[B ]| Dive into mysteries, then soaring pierce 111:01,069[B ]| The flaming limits of the universe, 111:01,070[B ]| Search heaven and hell, find out what is acted there, 111:01,071[B ]| And give the world true grounds of hope and fear." 111:01,072[A ]| Hold, mighty man, I cry, all this we know 111:01,073[A ]| From the pathetic pen of Ingelo, 111:01,074[A ]| From Patrick's Pilgrim, Sibbes' soliloquies, 111:01,075[A ]| And it is this very reason I despise: 111:01,076[A ]| This supernatural gift, that$6#1$ makes a mite 111:01,077[A ]| Think he is the image of the infinite, 111:01,078[A ]| Comparing his short life, void of all rest, 111:01,079[A ]| To$4$ the eternal and the ever blest; 111:01,080[A ]| This busy, puzzling stirrer-up of doubt 111:01,081[A ]| That$6#1$ frames deep mysteries, then finds them out, 111:01,082[A ]| Filling with frantic crowds of thinking fools 111:01,083[A ]| Those reverend bedlams, colleges and schools; 111:01,084[A ]| Borne on$4$ whose wings, each heavy sot can pierce 111:01,085[A ]| The limits of the boundless universe; 111:01,086[A ]| So$5#2$ charming ointments make an old witch fly 111:01,087[A ]| And bear a crippled carcass through the sky. 111:01,088[A ]| It is this exalted power, whose business lies 111:01,089[A ]| In$4$ nonsense and impossibilities, 111:01,090[A ]| This made a whimsical philosopher 111:01,091[A ]| Before the spacious world, his tub prefer, 111:01,092[A ]| And we have modern cloistered coxcombs who$6#1$ 111:01,093[A ]| Retire to$9$ think, because they have nought to$9$ do. 111:01,094[A ]| But thoughts are given for$4$ action's government; 111:01,095[A ]| Where action ceases, thought is impertinent. 111:01,096[A ]| Our sphere of action is life's happiness, 111:01,097[A ]| And he who$6#1$ thinks beyond, thinks like$4$ an ass. 111:01,098[A ]| Thus, whilst against false reasoning I inveigh, 111:01,099[A ]| I own right reason, which$6#1$ I would obey: 111:01,100[A ]| That$6#2$ reason which$6#1$ distinguishes by$4$ sense 111:01,101[A ]| And gives us rules of good and ill from thence, 111:01,102[A ]| That$6#1$ bounds desires with a reforming will$0$ 111:01,103[A ]| To$9$ keep them more in$4$ vigour, not to$9$ kill. 111:01,104[A ]| Your reason hinders, mine helps to$9$ enjoy, 111:01,105[A ]| Renewing appetites yours would destroy. 111:01,106[A ]| My reason is my friend, yours is a cheat; 111:01,107[A ]| Hunger calls out, my reason bids me eat; 111:01,108[A ]| Perversely, yours your appetite does mock: 111:01,109[A ]| This asks for$4$ food, that$6#2$ answers, 111:01,109[X ]| "What is o'clock?" 111:01,110[A ]| This plain distinction, sir, your doubt secures: 111:01,111[A ]| It is not true reason I despise, but yours. 111:01,112[A ]| Thus I think reason righted, but for$4$ man, 111:01,113[A ]| I will$1$ never recant; defend him if you can. 111:01,114[A ]| For$4$ all his pride and his philosophy, 111:01,115[A ]| It is evident beasts are, in$4$ their degree, 111:01,116[A ]| As wise at least, and better far than he. 111:01,117[A ]| Those creatures are the wisest who$6#1$ attain, 111:01,118[A ]| By$4$ surest means, the ends at which$6#1$ they aim. 111:01,119[A ]| If therefore Jowler finds and kills his hares 111:01,120[A ]| Better than Meres supplies committee chairs, 111:01,121[A ]| Though one is a statesman, the other but a hound, 111:01,122[A ]| Jowler, in$4$ justice, would be wiser found. 111:01,123[A ]| You see how far man's wisdom here extends; 111:01,124[A ]| Look next if human nature makes amends: 111:01,125[A ]| Whose principles most generous are, and just, 111:01,126[A ]| And to$4$ whose morals you would sooner trust. 111:01,127[A ]| Be judge yourself, I will$1$ bring it to$4$ the test: 111:01,128[A ]| Which$6#1$ is the basest creature, man or beast? 111:01,129[A ]| Birds feed on$4$ birds, beasts on$4$ each other prey, 111:01,130[A ]| But savage man alone does man betray. 111:01,131[A ]| Pressed by$4$ necessity, they kill for$4$ food; 111:01,132[A ]| Man undoes man to$9$ do himself no$2$ good. 111:01,133[A ]| With teeth and claws by$4$ nature armed, they hunt 111:01,134[A ]| Nature's allowance, to$9$ supply their want. 111:01,135[A ]| But man, with smiles, embraces, friendship, praise, 111:01,136[A ]| Inhumanly his fellow's life betrays; 111:01,137[A ]| With voluntary pains works his distress, 111:01,138[A ]| Not through necessity, but wantonness. 111:01,139[A ]| For$4$ hunger or for$4$ love they fight and tear, 111:01,140[A ]| Whilst wretched man is still in$4$ arms for$4$ fear. 111:01,141[A ]| For$4$ fear he arms, and is of arms afraid, 111:01,142[A ]| By$4$ fear to$4$ fear successively betrayed; 111:01,143[A ]| Base fear, the source whence his best passions came: 111:01,144[A ]| His boasted honour, and his dear-bought fame; 111:01,145[A ]| That$6#2$ lust of power, to$4$ which$6#1$ he is such a slave, 111:01,146[A ]| And for$4$ the which$6#1$ alone he dares be brave; 111:01,147[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ his various projects are designed; 111:01,148[A ]| Which$6#1$ makes him generous, affable, and kind; 111:01,149[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ he takes such pains to$9$ be thought wise, 111:01,150[A ]| And screws his actions in$4$ a forced disguise, 111:01,151[A ]| Leading a tedious life in$4$ misery 111:01,152[A ]| Under laborious, mean hypocrisy. 111:01,153[A ]| Look to$4$ the bottom of his vast design, 111:01,154[A ]| Wherein man's wisdom, power, and glory join: 111:01,155[A ]| The good he acts, the ill he does endure, 111:01,156[A ]| It is all from fear, to$9$ make himself secure. 111:01,157[A ]| Merely for$4$ safety, after fame we thirst, 111:01,158[A ]| For$3$ all men would be cowards if they durst. 111:01,159[A ]| And honesty is against all common sense: 111:01,160[A ]| Men must be knaves, it is in$4$ their own defence. 111:01,161[A ]| Mankind is dishonest; if you think it fair 111:01,162[A ]| Amongst known cheats to$9$ play upon$4$ the square, 111:01,163[A ]| You will$1$ be undone. 111:01,164[A ]| Nor can weak truth your reputation save: 111:01,165[A ]| The knaves will$1$ all agree to$9$ call you knave. 111:01,166[A ]| Wronged shall he live, insulted over, oppressed, 111:01,167[A ]| Who$6#1$ dares be less a villain than the rest. 111:01,168[A ]| Thus, sir, you see what human nature craves: 111:01,169[A ]| Most men are cowards, all men should be knaves. 111:01,170[A ]| The difference lies, as far as I can see, 111:01,171[A ]| Not in$4$ the thing itself, but the degree, 111:01,172[A ]| And all the subject matter of debate 111:01,173[A ]| Is only: Who$6#2$ is a knave of the first rate? 111:01,174[A ]| All this with indignation have I hurled 111:01,175[A ]| At the pretending part of the proud world, 111:01,176[A ]| Who$6#1$, swollen with selfish vanity, devise 111:01,177[A ]| False freedoms, holy cheats, and formal lies 111:01,178[A ]| Over their fellow slaves to$9$ tyrannize. 111:01,179[A ]| But if in$4$ Court so$5#1$ just a man there be 111:01,180[A ]| (In$4$ Court a just man, yet unknown to$4$ me) 111:01,181[A ]| Who$6#1$ does his needful flattery direct, 111:01,182[A ]| Not to$9$ oppress and ruin, but protect 111:01,183[A ]| (Since flattery, which$6#1$ way soever laid, 111:01,184[A ]| Is still a tax on$4$ that$6#2$ unhappy trade); 111:01,185[A ]| If so$5#1$ upright a statesman you can find, 111:01,186[A ]| Whose passions bend to$4$ his unbiased mind, 111:01,187[A ]| Who$6#1$ does his arts and policies apply 111:01,188[A ]| To$9$ raise his country, not his family, 111:01,189[A ]| Nor, whilst his pride owned avarice withstands, 111:01,190[A ]| Receives close bribes through friends' corrupted hands ~~ 111:01,191[A ]| Is there a churchman who$6#1$ on$4$ God relies; 111:01,192[A ]| Whose life, his faith and doctrine justifies? 111:01,193[A ]| Not one blown up$5$ with vain prelatic pride, 111:01,194[A ]| Who$6#1$, for$4$ reproof of sins, does man deride; 111:01,195[A ]| Whose envious heart makes preaching a pretence, 111:01,196[A ]| With his obstreperous, saucy eloquence, 111:01,197[A ]| To$9$ chide at kings, and rail at men of sense; 111:01,198[A ]| None of that$6#2$ sensual tribe whose talents lie 111:01,199[A ]| In$4$ avarice, pride, sloth, and gluttony; 111:01,200[A ]| Who$6#1$ hunt good livings, but abhor good lives; 111:01,201[A ]| Whose lust exalted to$4$ that$6#2$ height arrives 111:01,202[A ]| They act adultery with their own wives, 111:01,203[A ]| And before a score of years completed be, 111:01,204[A ]| Can from the lofty pulpit proudly see 111:01,205[A ]| Half a large parish their own progeny; 111:01,206[A ]| Nor doting bishop who$6#1$ would be adored 111:01,207[A ]| For$4$ domineering at the council board, 111:01,208[A ]| A greater fop in$4$ business at fourscore, 111:01,209[A ]| Fonder of serious toys, affected more, 111:01,210[A ]| Than the gay, glittering fool at twenty proves 111:01,211[A ]| With all his noise, his tawdry clothes, and loves; 111:01,212[A ]| But a meek, humble man of honest sense, 111:01,213[A ]| Who$6#1$, preaching peace, does practise continence; 111:01,214[A ]| Whose pious life is a proof he does believe 111:01,215[A ]| Mysterious truths, which$6#1$ no$2$ man can conceive. 111:01,216[A ]| If upon$4$ earth there dwell such God-like men, 111:01,217[A ]| I will$1$ here recant my paradox to$4$ them, 111:01,218[A ]| Adore those shrines of virtue, homage pay, 111:01,219[A ]| And, with the rabble world, their laws obey. 111:01,220[A ]| If such there be, yet grant me this at least: 111:01,221[A ]| Man differs more from man, than man from beast. 111:02,000@@@@@| 111:02,000[' ]| 111:02,001[A ]| Well, sir, it is granted I said Dryden's rhymes 111:02,002[A ]| Were stolen, unequal, nay dull many times. 111:02,003[A ]| What foolish patron is there found of his 111:02,004[A ]| So$5#1$ blindly partial to$9$ deny me this? 111:02,005[A ]| But that$3$ his plays, embroidered up$5$ and down 111:02,006[A ]| With wit and learning, justly pleased the town 111:02,007[A ]| In$4$ the same paper I as freely own. 111:02,008[A ]| Yet having this allowed, the heavy mass 111:02,009[A ]| That$6#1$ stuffs up$5$ his loose volumes must not pass; 111:02,010[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ that$6#2$ rule I might as well admit 111:02,011[A ]| Crowne's tedious scenes for$4$ poetry and wit. 111:02,012[A ]| It is therefore not enough when your false sense 111:02,013[A ]| Hits the false judgment of an audience 111:02,014[A ]| Of clapping fools, assembling a vast crowd 111:02,015[A ]| Till the thronged playhouse crack with the dull load; 111:02,016[A ]| Though even that$6#2$ talent merits in$4$ some sort 111:02,017[A ]| That$6#1$ can divert the rabble and the Court, 111:02,018[A ]| Which$6#1$ blundering Settle never could attain, 111:02,019[A ]| And puzzling Otway labours at in$4$ vain. 111:02,020[A ]| But within due proportions circumscribe 111:02,021[A ]| Whatever you write, that$6#1$ with a flowing tide 111:02,022[A ]| The style may rise, yet in$4$ its rise forbear 111:02,023[A ]| With useless words to$9$ oppress the wearied ear. 111:02,024[A ]| Here be your language lofty, there more light: 111:02,025[A ]| Your rhetoric with your poetry unite. 111:02,026[A ]| For$4$ elegance' sake, sometimes allay the force 111:02,027[A ]| Of epithets: it will$1$ soften the discourse. 111:02,028[A ]| A jest in$4$ scorn points out and hits the thing 111:02,029[A ]| More home than the morosest satire's sting. 111:02,030[A ]| Shakespeare and Jonson did herein excel, 111:02,031[A ]| And might in$4$ this be imitated well; 111:02,032[A ]| Whom refined Etherege copies not at all, 111:02,033[A ]| But is himself a sheer original; 111:02,034[A ]| Nor that$6#2$ slow drudge in$4$ swift Pindaric strains, 111:02,035[A ]| Flatman, who$6#1$ Cowley imitates with pains, 111:02,036[A ]| And rides a jaded muse, whipped with loose reins. 111:02,037[A ]| When Lee makes temperate Scipio fret and rave, 111:02,038[A ]| And Hannibal a whining amorous slave, 111:02,039[A ]| I laugh, and wish the hot-brained fustian fool 111:02,040[A ]| In$4$ Busby's hands, to$9$ be well lashed at school. 111:02,041[A ]| Of all our modern wits, none seems to$4$ me 111:02,042[A ]| Once to$9$ have touched upon$4$ true comedy 111:02,043[A ]| But hasty Shadwell and slow Wycherley. 111:02,044[A ]| Shadwell's unfinished works do yet impart 111:02,045[A ]| Great proofs of force of nature, none of art: 111:02,046[A ]| With just, bold strokes he dashes here and there, 111:02,047[A ]| Showing great mastery, with little care, 111:02,048[A ]| And scorns to$9$ varnish his good touches over 111:02,049[A ]| To$9$ make the fools and women praise them more. 111:02,050[A ]| But Wycherley earns hard whatever he gains: 111:02,051[A ]| He wants no$2$ judgment, nor he spares no$2$ pains. 111:02,052[A ]| He frequently excels, and at the least 111:02,053[A ]| Makes fewer faults than any of the best. 111:02,054[A ]| Waller, by$4$ nature for$4$ the bays designed, 111:02,055[A ]| With force and fire and fancy unconfined, 111:02,056[A ]| In$4$ panegyrics does excel mankind. 111:02,057[A ]| He best can turn, enforce, and soften things 111:02,058[A ]| To$9$ praise great conquerors, or to$9$ flatter Kings. 111:02,059[A ]| For$4$ pointed satires, I would Buckhurst choose: 111:02,060[A ]| The best good man with the worst-natured muse. 111:02,061[A ]| For$4$ songs and verses mannerly obscene, 111:02,062[A ]| That$6#1$ can stir nature up$5$ by$4$ springs unseen, 111:02,063[A ]| And without forcing blushes, warm the Queen ~~ 111:02,064[A ]| Sedley has that$6#2$ prevailing gentle art, 111:02,065[A ]| That$6#1$ can with a resistless charm impart 111:02,066[A ]| The loosest wishes to$4$ the chastest heart; 111:02,067[A ]| Raise such a conflict, kindle such a fire, 111:02,068[A ]| Betwixt declining virtue and desire, 111:02,069[A ]| Till the poor vanquished maid dissolves away 111:02,070[A ]| In$4$ dreams all night, in$4$ sighs and tears all day. 111:02,071[A ]| Dryden in$4$ vain tried this nice way of wit, 111:02,072[A ]| For$3$ he to$9$ be a tearing blade thought fit. 111:02,073[A ]| But when he would be sharp, he still was blunt: 111:02,074[A ]| To$9$ frisk his frolic fancy, he would cry, 111:02,074[W ]| "Cunt!" 111:02,075[A ]| Would give the ladies a dry bawdy bob, 111:02,076[A ]| And thus he got the name of Poet Squab. 111:02,077[A ]| But, to$9$ be just, it will$1$ to$4$ his praise be found 111:02,078[A ]| His excellencies more than faults abound; 111:02,079[A ]| Nor dare I from his sacred temples tear 111:02,080[A ]| That$6#2$ laurel which$6#1$ he best deserves to$9$ wear. 111:02,081[A ]| But does not Dryden find even Jonson dull; 111:02,082[A ]| Fletcher and Beaumont uncorrect, and full 111:02,083[A ]| Of lewd lines, as he calls them; Shakespeare's style 111:02,084[A ]| Stiff and affected; to$4$ his own the while 111:02,085[A ]| Allowing all the justness that$6#1$ his pride 111:02,086[A ]| So$5#1$ arrogantly had to$4$ these denied? 111:02,087[A ]| And may not I have leave impartially 111:02,088[A ]| To$9$ search and censure Dryden's works, and try 111:02,089[A ]| If those gross faults his choice pen does commit 111:02,090[A ]| Proceed from want of judgment, or of wit; 111:02,091[A ]| Or if his lumpish fancy does refuse 111:02,092[A ]| Spirit and grace to$4$ his loose, slattern muse? 111:02,093[A ]| Five hundred verses every morning writ 111:02,094[A ]| Proves you no$2$ more a poet than a wit. 111:02,095[A ]| Such scribbling authors have been seen before; 111:02,096[A ]| \Mustapha\, \The*English*Princess\, forty more 111:02,097[A ]| Were things perhaps composed in$4$ half an hour. 111:02,098[A ]| To$9$ write what may securely stand the test 111:02,099[A ]| Of being well read over, thrice at least 111:02,100[A ]| Compare each phrase, examine every line, 111:02,101[A ]| Weigh every word, and every thought refine. 111:02,102[A ]| Scorn all applause the vile rout can bestow, 111:02,103[A ]| And be content to$9$ please those few who$6#1$ know. 111:02,104[A ]| Canst thou be such a vain, mistaken thing 111:02,105[A ]| To$9$ wish thy works might make a playhouse ring 111:02,106[A ]| With the unthinking laughter and poor praise 111:02,107[A ]| Of fops and ladies, factious for$4$ thy plays? 111:02,108[A ]| Then send a cunning friend to$9$ learn thy doom 111:02,109[A ]| From the shrewd judges in$4$ the drawing room. 111:02,110[A ]| I have no$2$ ambition on$4$ that$6#2$ idle score, 111:02,111[A ]| But say with Betty*Morris heretofore, 111:02,112[A ]| When a Court lady called her Buckley's whore, 111:02,113[A ]| "I please one man of wit, am proud on it too: 111:02,114[A ]| Let all the coxcombs dance to$4$ bed to$4$ you!" 111:02,115[A ]| Should I be troubled when the purblind knight, 111:02,116[A ]| Who$6#1$ squints more in$4$ his judgment than his sight, 111:02,117[A ]| Picks silly faults, and censures what I write; 111:02,118[A ]| Of when the poor-fed poets of the town, 111:02,119[A ]| For$4$ scraps and coach room, cry my verses down? 111:02,120[A ]| I loathe the rabble; it is enough for$4$ me 111:02,121[A ]| If Sedley, Shadwell, Shepherd, Wycherley, 111:02,122[A ]| Godolphin, Butler, Buckhurst, Buckingham, 111:02,123[A ]| And some few more, whom I omit to$9$ name, 111:02,124[A ]| Approve my sense: I count their censure fame. 111:03,000@@@@@| 111:03,000[' ]| 111:03,001[A ]| Chloe: 111:03,002[A ]| In$4$ verse by$4$ your command I write. 111:03,003[A ]| Shortly you will$1$ bid me ride astride, and fight: 111:03,004[A ]| These talents better with our sex agree 111:03,005[A ]| Than lofty flights of dangerous poetry. 111:03,006[A ]| Amongst the men, I mean the men of wit 111:03,007[A ]| (At least they passed for$4$ such before they writ), 111:03,008[A ]| How many bold adventurers for$4$ the bays, 111:03,009[A ]| Proudly designing large returns of praise, 111:03,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ durst that$6#2$ stormy, pathless world explore, 111:03,011[A ]| Were soon dashed back, and wrecked on$4$ the dull shore, 111:03,012[A ]| Broke of that$6#2$ little stock they had before! 111:03,013[A ]| How would a woman's tottering bark be tossed 111:03,014[A ]| Where stoutest ships, the men of it, are lost? 111:03,015[A ]| When I reflect on$4$ this, I straight grow wise, 111:03,016[A ]| And my own self thus gravely I advise: 111:03,017[A ]| Dear Artemisia, poetry is a snare; 111:03,018[A ]| Bedlam has many mansions; have a care. 111:03,019[A ]| Your muse diverts you, makes the reader sad: 111:03,020[A ]| You fancy you are inspired; he thinks you mad. 111:03,021[A ]| Consider, too, it will$1$ be discreetly done 111:03,022[A ]| To$9$ make yourself the fiddle of the town, 111:03,023[A ]| To$9$ find the ill-humored pleasure at their need, 111:03,024[A ]| Cursed if you fail, and scorned though you succeed! 111:03,025[A ]| Thus, like$4$ an arrant woman as I am, 111:03,026[A ]| No$2$ sooner well convinced writing is a shame, 111:03,027[A ]| That$3$ whore is scarce a more reproachful name 111:03,028[A ]| Than poetess ~~ 111:03,029[A ]| Like$4$ men that$6#1$ marry, or like$4$ maids that$6#1$ woo, 111:03,030[A ]| Because it is the very worst thing they can do, 111:03,031[A ]| Pleased with the contradiction and the sin, 111:03,032[A ]| Methinks I stand on$4$ thorns till I begin. 111:03,033[A ]| You expect at least to$9$ hear what loves have passed 111:03,034[A ]| In$4$ this lewd town, since you and I met last; 111:03,035[A ]| What change has happened of intrigues, and whether 111:03,036[A ]| The old ones last, and who$6#1$ and who$6#1$ is together. 111:03,037[A ]| But how, my dearest Chloe, shall I set 111:03,038[A ]| My pen to$9$ write what I would fain forget? 111:03,039[A ]| Or name that$6#2$ lost thing, love, without a tear, 111:03,040[A ]| Since so$5#1$ debauched by$4$ ill-bred customs here? 111:03,041[A ]| Love, the most generous passion of the mind, 111:03,042[A ]| The softest refuge innocence can find, 111:03,043[A ]| The safe director of unguided youth, 111:03,044[A ]| Fraught with kind wishes, and secured by$4$ truth; 111:03,045[A ]| That$6#2$ cordial drop heaven in$4$ our cup has thrown 111:03,046[A ]| To$9$ make the nauseous draught of life go down; 111:03,047[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ one only blessing, God might raise 111:03,048[A ]| In$4$ lands of atheists, subsidies of praise, 111:03,049[A ]| For$3$ none did ever so$5#1$ dull and stupid prove 111:03,050[A ]| But felt a god, and blessed his power in$4$ love ~~ 111:03,051[A ]| This only joy for$4$ which$6#1$ poor we were made 111:03,052[A ]| Is grown, like$4$ play, to$9$ be an arrant trade. 111:03,053[A ]| The rooks creep in$5$, and it has got of late 111:03,054[A ]| As many little cheats and tricks as that$6#2$. 111:03,055[A ]| But what yet more a woman's heart would vex, 111:03,056[A ]| It is chiefly carried on$5$ by$4$ our own sex; 111:03,057[A ]| Our silly sex! who$6#1$, born like$4$ monarchs free, 111:03,058[A ]| Turn gypsies for$4$ a meaner liberty, 111:03,059[A ]| And hate restraint, though but from infamy. 111:03,060[A ]| They call whatever is not common, nice, 111:03,061[A ]| And deaf to$4$ nature's rule, or love's advice, 111:03,062[A ]| Forsake the pleasure to$9$ pursue the vice. 111:03,063[A ]| To$4$ an exact perfection they have wrought 111:03,064[A ]| The action, love; the passion is forgot. 111:03,065[A ]| It is below wit, they tell you, to$9$ admire, 111:03,066[A ]| And even without approving, they desire. 111:03,067[A ]| Their private wish obeys the public voice; 111:03,068[A ]| Betwixt good and bad, whimsey decides, not choice. 111:03,069[A ]| Fashions grow up$5$ for$4$ taste; at forms they strike; 111:03,070[A ]| They know what they would have, not what they like$1$. 111:03,071[A ]| Bovey is a beauty, if some few agree 111:03,072[A ]| To$9$ call him so$5#2$; the rest to$4$ that$6#2$ degree 111:03,073[A ]| Affected are, that$3$ with their ears they see. 111:03,074[A ]| Where I was visiting the other night 111:03,075[A ]| Comes a fine lady, with her humble knight, 111:03,076[A ]| Who$6#1$ had prevailed on$4$ her, through her own skill, 111:03,077[A ]| At his request, though much against his will$0$, 111:03,078[A ]| To$9$ come to$4$ London. 111:03,079[A ]| As the coach stopped, we heard her voice, more loud 111:03,080[A ]| Than a great-bellied woman's in$4$ a crowd, 111:03,081[A ]| Telling the knight that$3$ her affairs require 111:03,082[A ]| He, for$4$ some hours, obsequiously retire. 111:03,083[A ]| I think she was ashamed to$9$ have him seen: 111:03,084[A ]| Hard fate of husbands! The gallant had been, 111:03,085[A ]| Though a diseased, ill-favoured fool, brought in$5$. 111:03,086@v | "Dispatch," 111:03,086[A ]| says she, 111:03,086@v | "that$6#2$ business you pretend, 111:03,087@v | Your beastly visit to$4$ your drunken friend! 111:03,088@v | A bottle ever makes you look so$5#1$ fine; 111:03,089@v | Methinks I long to$9$ smell you stink of wine! 111:03,090@v | Your country drinking breath is enough to$9$ kill: 111:03,091@v | Sour ale corrected with a lemon peel. 111:03,092@v | Prithee, farewell! We will$1$ meet again anon." 111:03,093[A ]| The necessary thing bows, and is gone. 111:03,094[A ]| She flies upstairs, and all the haste does show 111:03,095[A ]| That$6#1$ fifty antic postures will$1$ allow, 111:03,096[A ]| And then bursts out: 111:03,096@v | "Dear madam, am not I 111:03,097@v | The alteredest creature breathing? Let me die, 111:03,098@v | I find myself ridiculously grown, 111:03,099@v | \9Embarrasse=e\ with being out of town, 111:03,100@v | Rude and untaught like$4$ any Indian queen: 111:03,101@v | My country nakedness is strangely seen. 111:03,102@v | "How is love governed, love that$6#1$ rules the state, 111:03,103@v | And pray, who$6#1$ are the men most worn of late? 111:03,104@v | When I was married, fools were \9a`*la*mode\. 111:03,105@v | The men of wit were then held \9incommode\, 111:03,106@v | Slow of belief, fickle in$4$ desire, 111:03,107@v | Who$6#1$, before they will$1$ be persuaded, must inquire 111:03,108@v | As if they came to$9$ spy, not to$9$ admire. 111:03,109@v | With searching wisdom, fatal to$4$ their ease, 111:03,110@v | They still find out why what may, should not please; 111:03,111@v | Nay, take themselves for$4$ injured when we dare 111:03,112@v | Make them think better of us than we are, 111:03,113@v | And if we hide our frailties from their sights, 111:03,114@v | Call us deceitful jilts and hypocrites. 111:03,115@v | They little guess, who$6#1$ at our arts are grieved, 111:03,116@v | The perfect joy of being well deceived; 111:03,117@v | Inquisitive as jealous cuckolds grow: 111:03,118@v | Rather than not be knowing, they will$1$ know 111:03,119@v | What, being known, creates their certain woe. 111:03,120@v | Women should these, of all mankind, avoid, 111:03,121@v | For$3$ wonder by$4$ clear knowledge is destroyed. 111:03,122@v | Woman, who$6#1$ is an arrant bird of night, 111:03,123@v | Bold in$4$ the dusk before a fool's dull sight, 111:03,124@v | Should fly when reason brings the glaring light. 111:03,125@v | "But the kind, easy fool, apt to$9$ admire 111:03,126@v | Himself, trusts us; his follies all conspire 111:03,127@v | To$9$ flatter his, and favour our desire. 111:03,128@v | Vain of his proper merit, he with ease 111:03,129@v | Believes we love him best who$6#1$ best can please. 111:03,130@v | On$4$ him our gross, dull, common flatteries pass, 111:03,131@v | Ever most joyful when most made an ass. 111:03,132@v | Heavy to$9$ apprehend, though all mankind 111:03,133@v | Perceive us false, the fop concerned is blind, 111:03,134@v | Who$6#1$, doting on$4$ himself, 111:03,135@v | Thinks everyone that$6#1$ sees him of his mind. 111:03,136@v | These are the true women's men." 111:03,137[A ]| Here forced to$9$ cease 111:03,138[A ]| Through want of breath, not will$0$ to$9$ hold her peace, 111:03,139[A ]| She to$4$ the window runs, where she had spied 111:03,140[A ]| Her much esteemed dear friend, the monkey, tied. 111:03,141[A ]| With forty smiles, as many antic bows, 111:03,142[A ]| As if it had been the lady of the house, 111:03,143[A ]| The dirty, chattering monster she embraced, 111:03,144[A ]| And made it this fine, tender speech at last: 111:03,145@v | "Kiss me, thou curious miniature of man! 111:03,146@v | How odd thou art! how pretty! how japan! 111:03,147@v | Oh, I could live and die with thee." 111:03,147[A ]| Then on$5$ 111:03,148[A ]| For$4$ half an hour in$4$ compliment she run. 111:03,149[A ]| I took this time to$9$ think what nature meant 111:03,150[A ]| When this mixed thing into the world she sent, 111:03,151[A ]| So$5#1$ very wise, yet so$5#1$ impertinent: 111:03,152[A ]| One who$6#1$ knew everything; who$6#1$, God thought fit, 111:03,153[A ]| Should be an ass through choice, not want of wit; 111:03,154[A ]| Whose foppery, without the help of sense, 111:03,155[A ]| Could never have rose to$4$ such an excellence. 111:03,156[A ]| Nature is as lame in$4$ making a true fop 111:03,157[A ]| As a philosopher; the very top 111:03,158[A ]| And dignity of folly we attain 111:03,159[A ]| By$4$ studious search, and labour of the brain, 111:03,160[A ]| By$4$ observation, counsel, and deep thought: 111:03,161[A ]| God never made a coxcomb worth a groat. 111:03,162[A ]| We owe that$6#2$ name to$4$ industry and arts: 111:03,163[A ]| An eminent fool must be a fool of parts. 111:03,164[A ]| And such a one was she, who$6#1$ had turned over 111:03,165[A ]| As many books as men; loved much, read more; 111:03,166[A ]| Had a discerning wit; to$4$ her was known 111:03,167[A ]| Everyone's fault and merit, but her own. 111:03,168[A ]| All the good qualities that$6#1$ ever blessed 111:03,169[A ]| A woman so$5#1$ distinguished from the rest, 111:03,170[A ]| Except discretion only, she possessed. 111:03,171[A ]| But now, 111:03,171@v | "\9Mon*cher\ dear Pug," 111:03,171[A ]| she cries, 111:03,171@v | "\9adieu\!" 111:03,172[A ]| And the discourse broke off does thus renew: 111:03,173@v | "You smile to$9$ see me, whom the world perchance 111:03,174@v | Mistakes to$9$ have some wit, so$5#1$ far advance 111:03,175@v | The interest of fools, that$3$ I approve 111:03,176@v | Their merit, more than men's of wit, in$4$ love. 111:03,177@v | But, in$4$ our sex, too many proofs there are 111:03,178@v | Of such whom wits undo, and fools repair. 111:03,179@v | This, in$4$ my time, was so$5#1$ observed a rule 111:03,180@v | Hardly a wench in$4$ town but had her fool. 111:03,181@v | The meanest common slut, who$6#1$ long was grown 111:03,182@v | The jest and scorn of every pit buffoon, 111:03,183@v | Had yet left charms enough to$9$ have subdued 111:03,184@v | Some fop or other, fond to$9$ be thought lewd. 111:03,185@v | Foster could make an Irish lord a Nokes, 111:03,186@v | And Betty*Morris had her City cokes. 111:03,187@v | A woman is never so$5#1$ ruined but she can 111:03,188@v | Be still revenged on$4$ her undoer, man; 111:03,189@v | How lost soever, she will$1$ find some love, more 111:03,190@v | A lewd, abandoned fool than she a whore. 111:03,191@v | "That$6#2$ wretched thing Corinna, who$6#1$ had run 111:03,192@v | Through all the several ways of being undone, 111:03,193@v | Cozened at first by$4$ love, and living then 111:03,194@v | By$4$ turning the too dear-bought trick on$4$ men ~~ 111:03,195@v | Gay were the hours, and winged with joys they flew, 111:03,196@v | When first the town her early beauties knew; 111:03,197@v | Courted, admired, and loved, with presents fed; 111:03,198@v | Youth in$4$ her looks, and pleasure in$4$ her bed; 111:03,199@v | Till fate, or her ill angel, thought it fit 111:03,200@v | To$9$ make her dote upon$4$ a man of wit, 111:03,201@v | Who$6#1$ found it was dull to$9$ love above a day; 111:03,202@v | Made his ill-natured jest, and went away. 111:03,203@v | Now scorned by$4$ all, forsaken, and oppressed, 111:03,204@v | She is a \7memento*mori\ to$4$ the rest; 111:03,205@v | Diseased, decayed, to$9$ take up$5$ half a crown 111:03,206@v | Must mortgage her long scarf and manteau gown. 111:03,207@v | Poor creature! who$6#1$, unheard of as a fly, 111:03,208@v | In$4$ some dark hole must all the winter lie, 111:03,209@v | And want and dirt endure a whole half year 111:03,210@v | That$3$ for$4$ one month she tawdry may appear. 111:03,211@v | "In$4$ Easter Term she gets her a new gown, 111:03,212@v | When my young master's worship comes to$4$ town, 111:03,213@v | From pedagogue and mother just set free, 111:03,214@v | The heir and hopes of a great family; 111:03,215@v | Which$6#1$, with strong ale and beef, the country rules, 111:03,216@v | And ever since the Conquest have been fools. 111:03,217@v | And now, with careful prospect to$9$ maintain 111:03,218@v | This character, lest crossing of the strain 111:03,219@v | Should mend the booby breed, his friends provide 111:03,220@v | A cousin of his own to$9$ be his bride. 111:03,221@v | And thus set out 111:03,222@v | With an estate, no$2$ wit, and a young wife 111:03,223@v | (The solid comforts of a coxcomb's life), 111:03,224@v | Dunghill and pease forsook, he comes to$4$ town, 111:03,225@v | Turns spark, learns to$9$ be lewd, and is undone. 111:03,226@v | Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense: 111:03,227@v | Fools are still wicked at their own expense. 111:03,228@v | "This overgrown schoolboy lost Corinna wins, 111:03,229@v | And at first dash to$9$ make an ass begins: 111:03,230@v | Pretends to$9$ like$1$ a man who$6#1$ has not known 111:03,231@v | The vanities nor vices of the town; 111:03,232@v | Fresh in$4$ his youth, and faithful in$4$ his love; 111:03,233@v | Eager of joys which$6#1$ he does seldom prove; 111:03,234@v | Healthful and strong, he does no$2$ pains endure 111:03,235@v | But what the fair one he adores can cure; 111:03,236@v | Grateful for$4$ favors, does the sex esteem, 111:03,237@v | And libels none for$4$ being kind to$4$ him; 111:03,238@v | Then of the lewdness of the times complains: 111:03,239@v | Rails at the wits and atheists, and maintains 111:03,240@v | It is better than good sense, than power or wealth, 111:03,241@v | To$9$ have a love untainted, youth, and health. 111:03,242@v | "The unbred puppy, who$6#1$ had never seen 111:03,243@v | A creature look so$5#1$ gay, or talk so$5#1$ fine, 111:03,244@v | Believes, then falls in$4$ love, and then in$4$ debt; 111:03,245@v | Mortgages all, even to$4$ the ancient seat, 111:03,246@v | To$9$ buy this mistress a new house for$4$ life; 111:03,247@v | To$9$ give her plate and jewels, robs his wife. 111:03,248@v | And when to$4$ the height of fondness he is grown, 111:03,249@v | It is time to$9$ poison him, and all is her own. 111:03,250@v | Thus meeting in$4$ her common arms his fate, 111:03,251@v | He leaves her bastard heir to$4$ his estate, 111:03,252@v | And, as the race of such an owl deserves, 111:03,253@v | His own dull lawful progeny he starves. 111:03,254@v | "Nature, who$6#1$ never made a thing in$4$ vain, 111:03,255@v | But does each insect to$4$ some end ordain, 111:03,256@v | Wisely contrived kind keeping fools, no$2$ doubt, 111:03,257@v | To$9$ patch up$5$ vices men of wit wear out." 111:03,258[A ]| Thus she ran on$5$ two hours, some grains of sense 111:03,259[A ]| Still mixed with volleys of impertinence. 111:03,260[A ]| But now it is time I should some pity show 111:03,261[A ]| To$4$ Chloe, since I can not choose but know 111:03,262[A ]| Readers must reap the dullness writers sow. 111:03,263[A ]| By$4$ the next post such stories I will$1$ tell 111:03,264[A ]| As, joined with these, shall to$4$ a volume swell, 111:03,265[A ]| As true as heaven, more infamous than hell. 111:03,266[A ]| But you are tired, and so$5#2$ am I. 111:03,267[A ]| Farewell. 111:04,000@@@@@| 111:04,000[' ]| 111:04,001[A ]| At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head 111:04,002[A ]| From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, 111:04,003[A ]| And mounting steed, I trotted to$4$ the waters, 111:04,004[A ]| The rendezvous of fools, buffoons, and praters, 111:04,005[A ]| Cuckolds, whores, citizens, their wives and daughters. 111:04,006[A ]| My squeamish stomach I with wine had bribed 111:04,007[A ]| To$9$ undertake the dose that$6#1$ was prescribed; 111:04,008[A ]| But turning head, a sudden cursed view 111:04,009[A ]| That$6#2$ innocent provision overthrew, 111:04,010[A ]| And without drinking, made me purge and spew. 111:04,011[A ]| From coach and six a thing unwieldy rolled, 111:04,012[A ]| Whose lumber, cart more decently would hold. 111:04,013[A ]| As wise as calf it looked, as big as bully, 111:04,014[A ]| But handled, proves a mere Sir*Nicholas*Cully; 111:04,015[A ]| A bawling fop, a natural Nokes, and yet 111:04,016[A ]| He dares to$9$ censure as if he had wit. 111:04,017[A ]| To$9$ make him more ridiculous, in$4$ spite 111:04,018[A ]| Nature contrived the fool should be a knight. 111:04,019[A ]| Though he alone were dismal sight enough, 111:04,020[A ]| His train contributed to$9$ set him off, 111:04,021[A ]| All of his shape, all of the selfsame stuff. 111:04,022[A ]| No$2$ spleen or malice need on$4$ them be thrown: 111:04,023[A ]| Nature has done the business of lampoon, 111:04,024[A ]| And in$4$ their looks their characters has shown. 111:04,025[A ]| Endeavoring this irksome sight to$9$ balk, 111:04,026[A ]| And a more irksome noise, their silly talk, 111:04,027[A ]| I silently slunk down to$4$ the Lower*Walk. 111:04,028[A ]| But often when one would Charybdis shun, 111:04,029[A ]| Down upon$4$ Scylla it is one's fate to$9$ run, 111:04,030[A ]| For$3$ here it was my cursed luck to$9$ find 111:04,031[A ]| As great a fop, though of another kind, 111:04,032[A ]| A tall stiff fool that$6#1$ walked in$4$ Spanish guise: 111:04,033[A ]| The buckram puppet never stirred its eyes, 111:04,034[A ]| But grave as owl it looked, as woodcock wise. 111:04,035[A ]| He scorns the empty talking of this mad age, 111:04,036[A ]| And speaks all proverbs, sentences, and adage; 111:04,037[A ]| Can with as much solemnity buy eggs 111:04,038[A ]| As a cabal can talk of their intrigues; 111:04,039[A ]| Master of the Ceremonies, yet can dispense 111:04,040[A ]| With the formality of talking sense. 111:04,041[A ]| From hence unto the upper end I ran, 111:04,042[A ]| Where a new scene of foppery began. 111:04,043[A ]| A tribe of curates, priests, canonical elves, 111:04,044[A ]| Fit company for$4$ none besides themselves, 111:04,045[A ]| We got together. Each his distemper told, 111:04,046[A ]| Scurvy, stone, strangury; some were so$5#1$ bold 111:04,047[A ]| To$9$ charge the spleen to$9$ be their misery, 111:04,048[A ]| And on$4$ that$6#2$ wise disease brought infamy. 111:04,049[A ]| But none had modesty enough to$9$ complain 111:04,050[A ]| Their want of learning, honesty, and brain, 111:04,051[A ]| The general diseases of that$6#2$ train. 111:04,052[A ]| These call themselves ambassadors of heaven, 111:04,053[A ]| And saucily pretend commissions given; 111:04,054[A ]| But should an Indian king, whose small command 111:04,055[A ]| Seldom extends beyond ten miles of land, 111:04,056[A ]| Send forth such wretched tools in$4$ an ambassage, 111:04,057[A ]| He would find but small effects of such a message. 111:04,058[A ]| Listening, I found the cob of all this rabble 111:04,059[A ]| Pert Bays, with his importance comfortable. 111:04,060[A ]| He, being raised to$4$ an archdeaconry 111:04,061[A ]| By$4$ trampling on$4$ religion, liberty, 111:04,062[A ]| Was grown too great, and looked too fat and jolly, 111:04,063[A ]| To$9$ be disturbed with care and melancholy, 111:04,064[A ]| Though Marvell has enough exposed his folly. 111:04,065[A ]| He drank to$9$ carry off some old remains 111:04,066[A ]| His lazy dull distemper left in$4$ his veins. 111:04,067[A ]| Let him drink on$5$, but it is not a whole flood 111:04,068[A ]| Can give sufficient sweetness to$4$ his blood 111:04,069[A ]| To$9$ make his nature or his manners good. 111:04,070[A ]| Next after these, a fulsome Irish crew 111:04,071[A ]| Of silly Macs were offered to$4$ my view. 111:04,072[A ]| The things did talk, but the hearing what they said 111:04,073[A ]| I did myself the kindness to$9$ evade. 111:04,074[A ]| Nature has placed these wretches beneath scorn: 111:04,075[A ]| They can not be called so$5#1$ vile as they are born. 111:04,076[A ]| Amidst the crowd next I myself conveyed, 111:04,077[A ]| For$3$ now were come, whitewash and paint being laid, 111:04,078[A ]| Mother and daughter, mistress and the maid, 111:04,079[A ]| And squire with wig and pantaloon displayed. 111:04,080[A ]| But never could conventicle, play, or fair 111:04,081[A ]| For$4$ a true medley, with this herd compare. 111:04,082[A ]| Here lords, knights, squires, ladies and countesses, 111:04,083[A ]| Chandlers, mum-bacon women, sempstresses 111:04,084[A ]| Were mixed together, nor did they agree 111:04,085[A ]| More in$4$ their humours than their quality. 111:04,086[A ]| Here waiting for$4$ gallant, young damsel stood, 111:04,087[A ]| Leaning on$4$ cane, and muffled up$5$ in$4$ hood. 111:04,088[A ]| The would-be wit, whose business was to$9$ woo, 111:04,089[A ]| With hat removed and solemn scrape of shoe 111:04,090[A ]| Advanceth bowing, then genteelly shrugs, 111:04,091[A ]| And ruffled foretop into order tugs, 111:04,092[A ]| And thus accosts her: 111:04,092[W ]| "Madam, methinks the weather 111:04,093[W ]| Is grown much more serene since you came hither. 111:04,094[W ]| You influence the heavens; but should the sun 111:04,095[W ]| Withdraw himself to$9$ see his rays outdone 111:04,096[W ]| By$4$ your bright eyes, they would supply the morn, 111:04,097[W ]| And make a day before the day be born." 111:04,098[A ]| With mouth screwed up$5$, conceited winking eyes, 111:04,099[A ]| And breasts thrust forward, 111:04,100[V ]| "Lord, sir!" 111:04,100[A ]| she replies. 111:04,101[V ]| "It is your goodness, and not my deserts, 111:04,102[V ]| Which$6#1$ makes you show this learning, wit, and parts." 111:04,103[A ]| He, puzzled, bites his nail, both to$9$ display 111:04,104[A ]| The sparkling ring, and think what next to$9$ say, 111:04,105[A ]| And thus breaks forth afresh: 111:04,105[W ]| "Madam, egad! 111:04,106[W ]| Your luck at cards last night was very bad: 111:04,107[W ]| At cribbage fifty-nine, and the next show 111:04,108[W ]| To$9$ make the game, and yet to$9$ want those two. 111:04,109[W ]| God damn me, madam, I am the son of a whore 111:04,110[W ]| If in$4$ my life I saw the like$0$ before!" 111:04,111[A ]| To$4$ peddler's stall he drags her, and her breast 111:04,112[A ]| With hearts and such-like foolish toys he dressed; 111:04,113[A ]| And then, more smartly to$9$ expound the riddle 111:04,114[A ]| Of all his prattle, gives her a Scotch fiddle. 111:04,115[A ]| Tired with this dismal stuff, away I ran 111:04,116[A ]| Where were two wives, with girl just fit for$4$ man ~~ 111:04,117[A ]| Short-breathed, with pallid lips and visage wan. 111:04,118[A ]| Some curtsies past, and the old compliment 111:04,119[A ]| Of being glad to$9$ see each other, spent, 111:04,120[A ]| With hand in$4$ hand they lovingly did walk, 111:04,121[A ]| And one began thus to$9$ renew the talk: 111:04,122[V ]| "I pray, good madam, if it may be thought 111:04,123[V ]| No$2$ rudeness, what cause was it hither brought 111:04,124[V ]| Your ladyship?" 111:04,124[A ]| She soon replying, smiled, 111:04,125[V ]| "We have a good estate, but have no$2$ child, 111:04,126[V ]| And I am informed these wells will$1$ make a barren 111:04,127[V ]| Woman as fruitful as a cony warren." 111:04,128[A ]| The first returned, 111:04,128[V ]| "For$4$ this cause I am come, 111:04,129[V ]| For$3$ I can have no$2$ quietness at home. 111:04,130[V ]| My husband grumbles though we have got one, 111:04,131[V ]| This poor young girl, and mutters for$4$ a son. 111:04,132[V ]| And this is grieved with headache, pangs, and throes; 111:04,133[V ]| Is full sixteen, and never yet had those." 111:04,134[A ]| She soon replied, 111:04,134[V ]| "Get her a husband, madam: 111:04,135[V ]| I married at that$6#2$ age, and never had had them; 111:04,136[V ]| Was just like$4$ her. Steel waters let alone: 111:04,137[V ]| A back of steel will$1$ bring them better down." 111:04,138[A ]| And ten to$4$ one but they themselves will$1$ try 111:04,139[A ]| The same means to$9$ increase their family. 111:04,140[A ]| Poor foolish fribble, who$6#1$ by$4$ subtlety 111:04,141[A ]| Of midwife, truest friend to$4$ lechery, 111:04,142[A ]| Persuaded art to$9$ be at pains and charge 111:04,143[A ]| To$9$ give thy wife occasion to$9$ enlarge 111:04,144[A ]| Thy silly head! For$3$ here walk Cuff and Kick, 111:04,145[A ]| With brawny back and legs and potent prick, 111:04,146[A ]| Who$6#1$ more substantially will$1$ cure thy wife, 111:04,147[A ]| And on$4$ her half-dead womb bestow new life. 111:04,148[A ]| From these the waters got the reputation 111:04,149[A ]| Of good assistants unto generation. 111:04,150[A ]| Some warlike men were now got into the throng, 111:04,151[A ]| With hair tied back, singing a bawdy song. 111:04,152[A ]| Not much afraid, I got a nearer view, 111:04,153[A ]| And it was my chance to$9$ know the dreadful crew. 111:04,154[A ]| They were cadets, that$6#1$ seldom can appear: 111:04,155[A ]| Damned to$4$ the stint of thirty pounds a year. 111:04,156[A ]| With hawk on$4$ fist, or greyhound led in$4$ hand, 111:04,157[A ]| The dogs and footboys sometimes they command. 111:04,158[A ]| But now, having trimmed a cast-off spavined horse, 111:04,159[A ]| With three hard-pinched-for guineas in$4$ their purse, 111:04,160[A ]| Two rusty pistols, scarf about the arse, 111:04,161[A ]| Coat lined with red, they here presume to$9$ swell: 111:04,162[A ]| This goes for$4$ captain, that$6#2$ for$4$ colonel. 111:04,163[A ]| So$3$ the Bear*Garden ape, on$4$ his steed mounted, 111:04,164[A ]| No$2$ longer is a jackanapes accounted, 111:04,165[A ]| But is, by$4$ virtue of his trumpery, then 111:04,166[A ]| Called by$4$ the name of "the young gentleman." 111:04,167[A ]| Bless me! thought I, what thing is man, that$3$ thus 111:04,168[A ]| In$4$ all his shapes, he is ridiculous? 111:04,169[A ]| Ourselves with noise of reason, we do please 111:04,170[A ]| In$4$ vain: humanity is our worst disease. 111:04,171[A ]| Thrice happy beasts are, who$6#1$, because they be 111:04,172[A ]| Of reason void, are so$5#2$ of foppery. 111:04,173[A ]| Faith, I was so$5#1$ ashamed that$3$ with remorse 111:04,174[A ]| I used the insolence to$9$ mount my horse; 111:04,175[A ]| For$3$ he, doing only things fit for$4$ his nature, 111:04,176[A ]| Did seem to$4$ me by$4$ much the wiser creature. 112:01,000@@@@@| 112:01,000[' ]| 112:01,000[' ]| 112:01,001[A ]| O Love! how cold and slow to$9$ take my part, 112:01,002[A ]| Thou idle wanderer about my heart. 112:01,003[A ]| Why thy old faithful soldier wilt thou see 112:01,004[A ]| Oppressed in$4$ my own tents? They murder me. 112:01,005[A ]| Thy flames consume, thy arrows pierce thy friends; 112:01,006[A ]| Rather, on$4$ foes pursue more noble ends. 112:01,007[A ]| Achilles' sword would generously bestow 112:01,008[A ]| A cure as certain as it gave the blow. 112:01,009[A ]| Hunters who$6#1$ follow flying game give over 112:01,010[A ]| When the prey is caught; hope still leads on$5$ before. 112:01,011[A ]| We thine own slaves feel thy tyrannic blows, 112:01,012[A ]| Whilst thy tame hand is unmoved against thy foes. 112:01,013[A ]| On$4$ men disarmed how can you gallant prove? 112:01,014[A ]| And I was long ago disarmed by$4$ love. 112:01,015[A ]| Millions of dull men live, and scornful maids: 112:01,016[A ]| We will$1$ own Love valiant when he these invades. 112:01,017[A ]| Rome from each corner of the wide world snatched 112:01,018[A ]| A laurel; else it had been to$4$ this day thatched. 112:01,019[A ]| But the old soldier has his resting place, 112:01,020[A ]| And the good battered horse is turned to$4$ grass. 112:01,021[A ]| The harassed whore, who$6#1$ lived a wretch to$9$ please, 112:01,022[A ]| Has leave to$9$ be a bawd, and take her ease. 112:01,023[A ]| For$4$ me, then, who$6#1$ have freely spent my blood, 112:01,024[A ]| Love, in$4$ thy service, and so$5#1$ boldly stood 112:01,025[A ]| In$4$ Celia's trenches, were it not wisely done 112:01,026[A ]| Even to$9$ retire, and live at peace at home? 112:01,027[A ]| No$7$! Might I gain a godhead to$9$ disclaim 112:01,028[A ]| My glorious title to$4$ my endless flame, 112:01,029[A ]| Divinity with scorn I would forswear, 112:01,030[A ]| Such sweet, dear, tempting mischiefs women are. 112:01,031[A ]| Whenever those flames grow faint, I quickly find 112:01,032[A ]| A fierce black storm pour down upon$4$ my mind. 112:01,033[A ]| Headlong I am hurled, like$4$ horsemen who$6#1$ in$4$ vain 112:01,034[A ]| Their fury-foaming coursers would restrain. 112:01,035[A ]| As ships, just when the harbor they attain, 112:01,036[A ]| By$4$ sudden blasts are snatched to$4$ sea again, 112:01,037[A ]| So$3$ Love's fantastic storms reduce my heart 112:01,038[A ]| Half-rescued, and the god resumes his dart. 112:01,039[A ]| Strike here, this undefended bosom wound, 112:01,040[A ]| And for$4$ so$5#1$ brave a conquest be renowned. 112:01,041[A ]| Shafts fly so$5#1$ fast to$4$ me from every part, 112:01,042[A ]| You will$1$ scarce discern your quiver from my heart. 112:01,043[A ]| What wretch can bear a livelong night's dull rest, 112:01,044[A ]| Or think himself in$4$ lazy slumbers blessed? 112:01,045[A ]| Fool! Is not sleep the image of pale death? 112:01,046[A ]| There is time for$4$ rest when fate has stopped your breath. 112:01,047[A ]| Me may my soft deluding dear deceive: 112:01,048[A ]| I am happy in$4$ my hopes whilst I believe. 112:01,049[A ]| Now let her flatter, then as fondly chide; 112:01,050[A ]| Often may I enjoy, oft be denied. 112:01,051[A ]| With doubtful steps the god of war does move 112:01,052[A ]| By$4$ thy example led, ambiguous Love. 112:01,053[A ]| Blown to$8$ and fro like$4$ down from thy own wing, 112:01,054[A ]| Who$6#2$ knows when joy or anguish thou wilt bring? 112:01,055[A ]| Yet at thy mother's and thy slave's request, 112:01,056[A ]| Fix an eternal empire in$4$ my breast; 112:01,057[A ]| And let the inconstant charming sex, 112:01,058[A ]| Whose willful scorn does lovers vex, 112:01,059[A ]| Submit their hearts before thy throne: 112:01,060[A ]| The vassal world is then thy own. 112:02,000[' ]| 112:02,001[A ]| As some brave admiral, in$4$ former war 112:02,002[A ]| Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still, 112:02,003[A ]| Two rival fleets appearing from afar, 112:02,004[A ]| Crawls to$4$ the top of an adjacent hill; 112:02,005[A ]| From whence, with thoughts full of concern, he views 112:02,006[A ]| The wise and daring conduct of the fight, 112:02,007[A ]| Whilst each bold action to$4$ his mind renews 112:02,008[A ]| His present glory and his past delight; 112:02,009[A ]| From his fierce eyes flashes of fire he throws, 112:02,010[A ]| As from black clouds when lightning breaks away; 112:02,011[A ]| Transported, thinks himself amidst the foes, 112:02,012[A ]| And absent, yet enjoys the bloody day; 112:02,013[A ]| So$3$, when my days of impotence approach, 112:02,014[A ]| And I am by$4$ pox and wine's unlucky chance 112:02,015[A ]| Forced from the pleasing pillows of debauch 112:02,016[A ]| On$4$ the dull shore of lazy temperance, 112:02,017[A ]| My pains at least some respite shall afford 112:02,018[A ]| While I behold the battles you maintain 112:02,019[A ]| When fleets of glasses sail about the board, 112:02,020[A ]| From whose broadsides volleys of wit shall rain. 112:02,021[A ]| Nor let the sight of honorable scars, 112:02,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ my too forward valor did procure, 112:02,023[A ]| Frighten new-listed soldiers from the wars: 112:02,024[A ]| Past joys have more than paid what I endure. 112:02,025[A ]| Should any youth (worth being drunk) prove nice, 112:02,026[A ]| And from his fair inviter meanly shrink, 112:02,027[A ]| It will$1$ please the ghost of my departed vice 112:02,028[A ]| If, at my counsel, he repent and drink. 112:02,029[A ]| Or should some cold-complexioned sot forbid, 112:02,030[A ]| With his dull morals, our bold night-alarms, 112:02,031[A ]| I will$1$ fire his blood by$4$ telling what I did 112:02,032[A ]| When I was strong and able to$9$ bear arms. 112:02,033[A ]| I will$1$ tell of whores attacked, their lords at home; 112:02,034[A ]| Bawds' quarters beaten up$5$, and fortress won; 112:02,035[A ]| Windows demolished, watches overcome; 112:02,036[A ]| And handsome ills by$4$ my contrivance done. 112:02,037[A ]| Nor shall our love-fits, Chloris, be forgot, 112:02,038[A ]| When each the well-looked linkboy strove to$9$ enjoy, 112:02,039[A ]| And the best kiss was the deciding lot 112:02,040[A ]| Whether the boy fucked you, or I the boy. 112:02,041[A ]| With tales like$4$ these I will$1$ such thoughts inspire 112:02,042[A ]| As to$4$ important mischief shall incline: 112:02,043[A ]| I will$1$ make him long some ancient church to$9$ fire, 112:02,044[A ]| And fear no$2$ lewdness he is called to$4$ by$4$ wine. 112:02,045[A ]| Thus, statesmanlike, I will$1$ saucily impose, 112:02,046[A ]| And safe from action, valiantly advise; 112:02,047[A ]| Sheltered in$4$ impotence, urge you to$4$ blows, 112:02,048[A ]| And being good for$4$ nothing else, be wise. 112:03,000[' ]| 112:03,001[A ]| Dear friend, 112:03,002[A ]| I hear this town does so$5#1$ abound 112:03,003[A ]| With saucy censurers, that$3$ faults are found 112:03,004[A ]| With what of late we, in$4$ poetic rage 112:03,005[A ]| Bestowing, threw away on$4$ the dull age. 112:03,006[A ]| But howsoever envy their spleen may raise 112:03,007[A ]| To$9$ rob my brow of the deserved bays, 112:03,008[A ]| Their thanks at least I merit, since through me 112:03,009[A ]| They are partakers of your poetry. 112:03,010[A ]| And this is all I will$1$ say in$4$ my defence: 112:03,011[A ]| To$9$ obtain one line of your well-worded sense, 112:03,012[A ]| I would be content to$9$ have writ the*British*Prince. 112:03,013[A ]| I am none of those who$6#1$ think themselves inspired, 112:03,014[A ]| Nor write with the vain hopes to$9$ be admired, 112:03,015[A ]| But from a rule I have upon$4$ long trial: 112:03,016[A ]| To$9$ avoid with care all sort of self-denial. 112:03,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ way soever desire and fancy lead, 112:03,018[A ]| Contemning fame, that$6#2$ path I boldly tread. 112:03,019[A ]| And if, exposing what I take for$4$ wit, 112:03,020[A ]| To$4$ my dear self a pleasure I beget, 112:03,021[A ]| No$2$ matter though the censuring critic fret. 112:03,022[A ]| Those whom my muse displeases are at strife 112:03,023[A ]| With equal spleen against my course of life, 112:03,024[A ]| The least delight of which$6#1$ I would not forgo 112:03,025[A ]| For$4$ all the flattering praise man can bestow. 112:03,026[A ]| If I designed to$9$ please, the way were then 112:03,027[A ]| To$9$ mend my manners rather than my pen. 112:03,028[A ]| The first is unnatural, therefore unfit, 112:03,029[A ]| And for$4$ the second, I despair of it, 112:03,030[A ]| Since grace is not so$5#1$ hard to$9$ get as wit. 112:03,031[A ]| Perhaps ill verses ought to$9$ be confined 112:03,032[A ]| In$4$ mere good breeding, like$4$ unsavoury wind. 112:03,033[A ]| Were reading forced, I should be apt to$9$ think 112:03,034[A ]| Men might no$2$ more write scurvily than stink. 112:03,035[A ]| But it is your choice whether you will$1$ read or no$5$; 112:03,036[A ]| If likewise of your smelling it were so$5#2$, 112:03,037[A ]| I would fart, just as I write, for$4$ my own ease, 112:03,038[A ]| Nor should you be concerned unless you please. 112:03,039[A ]| I will$1$ own that$3$ you write better than I do, 112:03,040[A ]| But I have as much need to$9$ write as you. 112:03,041[A ]| What though the excrement of my dull brain 112:03,042[A ]| Runs in$4$ a costive and insipid strain, 112:03,043[A ]| Whilst your rich head eases itself of wit: 112:03,044[A ]| Must none but civet cats have leave to$9$ shit? 112:03,045[A ]| In$4$ all I write, should sense and wit and rhyme 112:03,046[A ]| Fail me at once, yet something so$5#1$ sublime 112:03,047[A ]| Shall stamp my poem, that$3$ the world may see 112:03,048[A ]| It could have been produced by$4$ none but me. 112:03,049[A ]| And that$6#2$ is my end, for$3$ man can wish no$2$ more 112:03,050[A ]| Than so$5#2$ to$9$ write, as none ever writ before. 112:03,051[A ]| But why am I no$2$ poet of the times? 112:03,052[A ]| I have allusions, similes, and rhymes, 112:03,053[A ]| And wit ~~ or else it is hard that$3$ I alone 112:03,054[A ]| Of the whole race of mankind should have none. 112:03,055[A ]| Unequally the partial hand of heaven 112:03,056[A ]| Has all but this one only blessing given. 112:03,057[A ]| The world appears like$4$ a large family 112:03,058[A ]| Whose lord, oppressed with pride and poverty, 112:03,059[A ]| That$3$ to$4$ a few great plenty he may show, 112:03,060[A ]| Is fain to$9$ starve the numerous train below: 112:03,061[A ]| Just so$5#2$ seems Providence, as poor and vain, 112:03,062[A ]| Keeping more creatures than it can maintain; 112:03,063[A ]| Here it is profuse, and there it meanly saves, 112:03,064[A ]| And for$4$ one prince it makes ten thousand slaves. 112:03,065[A ]| In$4$ wit alone it has been munificent, 112:03,066[A ]| Of which$6#1$ so$5#1$ just a share to$4$ each is sent 112:03,067[A ]| That$3$ the most avaricious is content: 112:03,068[A ]| Whoever thought ~~ the due division is such ~~ 112:03,069[A ]| His own too little, or his friend's too much? 112:03,070[A ]| Yet most men show, or find great want of wit, 112:03,071[A ]| Writing themselves, or judging what is writ. 112:03,072[A ]| But I, who$6#1$ am of sprightly vigor full, 112:03,073[A ]| Look on$4$ mankind as envious and dull. 112:03,074[A ]| Born to$4$ myself, myself I like$1$ alone 112:03,075[A ]| And must conclude my judgment good, or none. 112:03,076[A ]| For$3$ should my sense be nought, how could I know 112:03,077[A ]| Whether another man's be good or no$5$? 112:03,078[A ]| Thus I resolve of my own poetry 112:03,079[A ]| That$3$ it is the best, and that$6#2$ is a fame for$4$ me. 112:03,080[A ]| If then I am happy, what does it advance 112:03,081[A ]| Whether to$4$ merit due, or arrogance? 112:03,082[B ]| "Oh! but the world will$1$ take offence thereby." 112:03,083[A ]| Why then, the world will$1$ suffer for$4$ it, not I. 112:03,084[A ]| Did ever this saucy world and I agree 112:03,085[A ]| To$9$ let it have its beastly will$0$ of me? 112:03,086[A ]| Why should my prostituted sense be drawn 112:03,087[A ]| To$4$ every rule their musty customs spawn? 112:03,088[B ]| "But men will$1$ censure you." 112:03,088[A ]| It is ten to$4$ one 112:03,089[A ]| Whenever they censure, they will$1$ be in$4$ the wrong. 112:03,090[A ]| There is not a thing on$4$ earth that$6#1$ I can name 112:03,091[A ]| So$5#1$ foolish and so$5#1$ false as common fame. 112:03,092[A ]| It calls the courtier knave, the plain man rude, 112:03,093[A ]| Haughty the grave, and the delightful lewd, 112:03,094[A ]| Impertinent the brisk, morose the sad, 112:03,095[A ]| Mean the familiar, the reserved one man. 112:03,096[A ]| Poor helpless woman is not favored more: 112:03,097[A ]| She is a sly hypocrite, or public whore. 112:03,098[A ]| Then who$6#1$ the devil would give this to$9$ be free 112:03,099[A ]| From the innocent reproach of infamy? 112:03,100[A ]| These things considered make me, in$4$ despite 112:03,101[A ]| Of idle rumour, keep at home and write. 112:04,000[' ]| 112:04,001[A ]| Nothing! thou elder brother even to$4$ Shade: 112:04,002[A ]| Thou hadst a being before the world was made, 112:04,003[A ]| And well fixed, art alone of ending not afraid. 112:04,004[A ]| Before Time and Place were, Time and Place were not, 112:04,005[A ]| When primitive Nothing Something straight begot; 112:04,006[A ]| Then all proceeded from the great united What. 112:04,007[A ]| Something, the general attribute of all, 112:04,008[A ]| Severed from thee, its sole original, 112:04,009[A ]| Into thy boundless self must undistinguished fall; 112:04,010[A ]| Yet Something did thy mighty power command, 112:04,011[A ]| And from thy fruitful Emptiness's hand 112:04,012[A ]| Snatched men, beasts, birds, fire, water, air, and land. 112:04,013[A ]| Matter, the wicked'st offspring of thy race, 112:04,014[A ]| By$4$ Form assisted, flew from thy embrace, 112:04,015[A ]| And rebel Light obscured thy reverend dusky face. 112:04,016[A ]| With Form and Matter, Time and Place did join; 112:04,017[A ]| Body, thy foe, with these did leagues combine 112:04,018[A ]| To$9$ spoil thy peaceful realm, and ruin all thy line; 112:04,019[A ]| But turncoat Time assists the foe in$4$ vain, 112:04,020[A ]| And bribed by$4$ thee, destroys their short-lived reign, 112:04,021[A ]| And to$4$ thy hungry womb drives back thy slaves again. 112:04,022[A ]| Though mysteries are barred from laic eyes, 112:04,023[A ]| And the divine alone with warrant pries 112:04,024[A ]| Into thy bosom, where the truth in$4$ private lies, 112:04,025[A ]| Yet this of thee the wise may truly say: 112:04,026[A ]| Thou from the virtuous nothing dost delay, 112:04,027[A ]| And to$9$ be part of thee the wicked wisely pray. 112:04,028[A ]| Great Negative, how vainly would the wise 112:04,029[A ]| Inquire, define, distinguish, teach, devise, 112:04,030[A ]| Didst thou not stand to$9$ point their blind philosophies! 112:04,031[A ]| Is or Is Not, the two great ends of Fate, 112:04,032[A ]| And True or False, the subject of debate, 112:04,033[A ]| That$6#1$ perfect or destroy the vast designs of state ~~ 112:04,034[A ]| When they have racked the politician's breast, 112:04,035[A ]| Within thy bosom most securely rest, 112:04,036[A ]| And when reduced to$4$ thee, are least unsafe and best. 112:04,037[A ]| But Nothing, why does Something still permit 112:04,038[A ]| That$3$ sacred monarchs should in$4$ council sit 112:04,039[A ]| With persons highly thought at best for$4$ nothing fit, 112:04,040[A ]| While weighty Something modestly abstains 112:04,041[A ]| From princes' coffers, and from statesmen's brains, 112:04,042[A ]| And Nothing there like$4$ stately Nothing reigns? 112:04,043[A ]| Nothing! who$6#1$ dwellest with fools in$4$ grave disguise, 112:04,044[A ]| For$4$ whom they reverend shapes and forms devise, 112:04,045[A ]| Lawn sleeves and furs and gowns, when they like$4$ thee look wise: 112:04,046[A ]| French truth, Dutch prowess, British policy, 112:04,047[A ]| Hibernian learning, Scotch civility, 112:04,048[A ]| Spaniard's dispatch, Danes' wit are mainly seen in$4$ thee; 112:04,049[A ]| The great man's gratitude to$4$ his best friend, 112:04,050[A ]| Kings' promises, whores' vows ~~ towards thee they bend, 112:04,051[A ]| Flow swiftly into thee, and in$4$ thee ever end. 112:05,000[' ]| 112:05,001[A ]| Much wine had passed, with grave discourse 112:05,002[A ]| Of who$6#1$ fucks who$6#1$, and who$6#1$ does worse 112:05,003[A ]| (Such as you usually do hear 112:05,004[A ]| From those that$6#1$ diet at the*Bear), 112:05,005[A ]| When I, who$6#1$ still take care to$9$ see 112:05,006[A ]| Drunkenness relieved by$4$ lechery, 112:05,007[A ]| Went out into St%*James's*Park 112:05,008[A ]| To$9$ cool my head and fire my heart. 112:05,009[A ]| But though St%*James has the honor on$4$ it, 112:05,010[A ]| It is consecrate to$4$ prick and cunt. 112:05,011[A ]| There, by$4$ a most incestuous birth, 112:05,012[A ]| Strange woods spring from the teeming earth; 112:05,013[A ]| For$3$ they relate how heretofore, 112:05,014[A ]| When ancient Pict began to$9$ whore, 112:05,015[A ]| Deluded of his assignation 112:05,016[A ]| (Jilting, it seems, was then in$4$ fashion), 112:05,017[A ]| Poor pensive lover, in$4$ this place 112:05,018[A ]| Would frig upon$4$ his mother's face; 112:05,019[A ]| Whence rows of mandrakes tall did rise 112:05,020[A ]| Whose lewd tops fucked the very skies. 112:05,021[A ]| Each imitative branch does twine 112:05,022[A ]| In$4$ some loved fold of Aretine, 112:05,023[A ]| And nightly now beneath their shade 112:05,024[A ]| Are buggeries, rapes, and incests made. 112:05,025[A ]| Unto this all-sin-sheltering grove 112:05,026[A ]| Whores of the bulk and the alcove, 112:05,027[A ]| Great ladies, chambermaids, and drudges, 112:05,028[A ]| The ragpicker, and heiress trudges. 112:05,029[A ]| Carmen, divines, great lords, and tailors, 112:05,030[A ]| Prentices, poets, pimps, and jailers, 112:05,031[A ]| Footmen, fine fops do here arrive, 112:05,032[A ]| And here promiscuously they swive. 112:05,033[A ]| Along these hallowed walks it was 112:05,034[A ]| That$3$ I beheld Corinna pass. 112:05,035[A ]| Whoever had been by$5$ to$9$ see 112:05,036[A ]| The proud disdain she cast on$4$ me 112:05,037[A ]| Through charming eyes, he would have swore 112:05,038[A ]| She dropped from heaven that$6#2$ very hour, 112:05,039[A ]| Forsaking the divine abode 112:05,040[A ]| In$4$ scorn of some despairing god. 112:05,041[A ]| But mark what creatures women are: 112:05,042[A ]| How infinitely vile, when fair! 112:05,043[A ]| Three knights of the elbow and the slur 112:05,044[A ]| With wriggling tails made up$5$ to$4$ her. 112:05,045[A ]| The first was of your Whitehall blades, 112:05,046[A ]| Near kin to$4$ the Mother of the Maids; 112:05,047[A ]| Graced by$4$ whose favour he was able 112:05,048[A ]| To$9$ bring a friend to$4$ the Waiters' table, 112:05,049[A ]| Where he had heard Sir*Edward*Sutton 112:05,050[A ]| Say how the King loved Banstead mutton; 112:05,051[A ]| Since when he would never be brought to$9$ eat 112:05,052[A ]| By$4$ his good will$0$ any other meat. 112:05,053[A ]| In$4$ this, as well as all the rest, 112:05,054[A ]| He ventures to$9$ do like$4$ the best, 112:05,055[A ]| But wanting common sense, the ingredient 112:05,056[A ]| In$4$ choosing well not least expedient, 112:05,057[A ]| Converts abortive imitation 112:05,058[A ]| To$4$ universal affectation. 112:05,059[A ]| Thus he not only eats and talks 112:05,060[A ]| But feels and smells, sits down and walks, 112:05,061[A ]| Nay looks, and lives, and loves by$4$ rote, 112:05,062[A ]| In$4$ an old tawdry birthday coat. 112:05,063[A ]| The second was a Grays*Inn wit, 112:05,064[A ]| A great inhabiter of the pit, 112:05,065[A ]| Where critic-like he sits and squints, 112:05,066[A ]| Steals pocket handkerchiefs, and hints, 112:05,067[A ]| From his neighbour, and the comedy, 112:05,068[A ]| To$4$ court, and pay, his landlady. 112:05,069[A ]| The third, a lady's eldest son 112:05,070[A ]| Within few years of twenty-one, 112:05,071[A ]| Who$6#1$ hopes from his propitious fate, 112:05,072[A ]| Against he comes to$4$ his estate, 112:05,073[A ]| By$4$ these two worthies to$9$ be made 112:05,074[A ]| A most accomplished tearing blade. 112:05,075[A ]| One, in$4$ a strain betwixt tune and nonsense, 112:05,076[A ]| Cries, 112:05,076[W ]| "Madam, I have loved you long since. 112:05,077[W ]| Permit me your fair hand to$9$ kiss"; 112:05,078[A ]| When at her mouth her cunt cries, 112:05,078[X ]| "Yes!" 112:05,079[A ]| In$4$ short, without much more ado, 112:05,080[A ]| Joyful and pleased, away she flew, 112:05,081[A ]| And with these three confounded asses 112:05,082[A ]| From park to$4$ hackney coach she passes. 112:05,083[A ]| So$3$ a proud bitch does lead about 112:05,084[A ]| Of humble curs the amorous rout, 112:05,085[A ]| Who$6#1$ most obsequiously do hunt 112:05,086[A ]| The savory scent of salt-swollen cunt. 112:05,087[A ]| Some power more patient now relate 112:05,088[A ]| The sense of this surprising fate. 112:05,089[A ]| Gods! that$3$ a thing admired by$4$ me 112:05,090[A ]| Should fall to$4$ so$5#1$ much infamy. 112:05,091[A ]| Had she picked out, to$9$ rub her arse on$5$, 112:05,092[A ]| Some stiff-pricked clown or well-hung parson, 112:05,093[A ]| Each job of whose spermatic sluice 112:05,094[A ]| Had filled her cunt with wholesome juice, 112:05,095[A ]| I the proceeding should have praised 112:05,096[A ]| In$4$ hope she had quenched a fire I raised. 112:05,097[A ]| Such natural freedoms are but just: 112:05,098[A ]| There is something dangerous in$4$ mere lust. 112:05,099[A ]| But to$9$ turn damned abandoned jade 112:05,100[A ]| When neither head nor tail persuade; 112:05,101[A ]| To$9$ be a whore in$4$ understanding, 112:05,102[A ]| A passive pot for$4$ fools to$9$ spend in$5$! 112:05,103[A ]| The devil played booty, sure, with thee 112:05,104[A ]| To$9$ bring a blot on$4$ infamy. 112:05,105[A ]| But why am I, of all mankind, 112:05,106[A ]| To$4$ so$5#1$ severe a fate designed? 112:05,107[A ]| Ungrateful! Why this treachery 112:05,108[A ]| To$4$ humble, fond, believing me, 112:05,109[A ]| Who$6#1$ gave you privilege above 112:05,110[A ]| The nice allowances of love? 112:05,111[A ]| Did ever I refuse to$9$ bear 112:05,112[A ]| The meanest part your lust could spare? 112:05,113[A ]| When your lewd cunt came spewing home 112:05,114[A ]| Drenched with the seed of half the town, 112:05,115[A ]| My dram of sperm was supped up$5$ after 112:05,116[A ]| For$4$ the digestive surfeit water. 112:05,117[A ]| Full gorged at another time 112:05,118[A ]| With a vast meal of nasty slime 112:05,119[A ]| Which$6#1$ your devouring cunt had drawn 112:05,120[A ]| From porter's backs and footmen's brawn, 112:05,121[A ]| I was content to$9$ serve you up$5$ 112:05,122[A ]| My ballock-full for$4$ your grace cup, 112:05,123[A ]| Nor ever thought it an abuse 112:05,124[A ]| While you had pleasure for$4$ excuse ~~ 112:05,125[A ]| You that$6#1$ could make my heart away 112:05,126[A ]| For$4$ noise and color, and betray 112:05,127[A ]| The secrets of my tender hours 112:05,128[A ]| To$4$ such knight-errant paramours, 112:05,129[A ]| When, leaning on$4$ your faithless breast, 112:05,130[A ]| Wrapped in$4$ security and rest, 112:05,131[A ]| Soft kindness all my powers did move, 112:05,132[A ]| And reason lay dissolved in$4$ love! 112:05,133[A ]| May stinking vapors choke your womb 112:05,134[A ]| Such as the men you dote upon$4$! 112:05,135[A ]| May your depraved appetite, 112:05,136[A ]| That$6#1$ could in$4$ whiffling fools delight, 112:05,137[A ]| Beget such frenzies in$4$ your mind 112:05,138[A ]| You may go mad for$4$ the north wind, 112:05,139[A ]| And fixing all your hopes upon$4$ it 112:05,140[A ]| To$9$ have him bluster in$4$ your cunt, 112:05,141[A ]| Turn up$5$ your longing arse to$4$ the air 112:05,142[A ]| And perish in$4$ a wild despair! 112:05,143[A ]| But cowards shall forget to$9$ rant, 112:05,144[A ]| Schoolboys to$9$ frig, old whores to$9$ paint; 112:05,145[A ]| The Jesuits' fraternity 112:05,146[A ]| Shall leave the use of buggery; 112:05,147[A ]| Crab-louse, inspired with grace divine, 112:05,148[A ]| From earthly cod to$4$ heaven shall climb; 112:05,149[A ]| Physicians shall believe in$4$ Jesus, 112:05,150[A ]| And disobedience cease to$9$ please us, 112:05,151[A ]| Before I desist with all my power 112:05,152[A ]| To$9$ plague this woman and undo her. 112:05,153[A ]| But my revenge will$1$ best be timed 112:05,154[A ]| When she is married that$6#1$ is limed. 112:05,155[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ most lamentable state 112:05,156[A ]| I will$1$ make her feel my scorn and hate: 112:05,157[A ]| Pelt her with scandals, truth or lies, 112:05,158[A ]| And her poor cur with jealousies, 112:05,159[A ]| Till I have torn him from her breech, 112:05,160[A ]| While she whines like$4$ a dog-drawn bitch; 112:05,161[A ]| Loathed and despised, kicked out of the Town 112:05,162[A ]| Into some dirty hole alone, 112:05,163[A ]| To$9$ chew the cud of misery 112:05,164[A ]| And know she owes it all to$4$ me. 112:05,165[A ]| And may no$2$ woman better thrive 112:05,166[A ]| That$6#1$ dares profane the cunt I swive! 112:06,000[' ]| 112:06,001[A ]| Madam, 112:06,002[A ]| If you are deceived, it is not by$4$ my cheat, 112:06,003[A ]| For$3$ all disguises are below the great. 112:06,004[A ]| What man or woman upon$4$ earth can say 112:06,005[A ]| I ever used them well above a day? 112:06,006[A ]| How is it, then, that$3$ I inconstant am? 112:06,007[A ]| He changes not who$6#1$ always is the same. 112:06,008[A ]| In$4$ my dear self I centre everything: 112:06,009[A ]| My servants, friends, my mistress, and my King; 112:06,010[A ]| Nay, heaven and earth to$4$ that$6#2$ one point I bring. 112:06,011[A ]| Well mannered, honest, generous, and stout 112:06,012[A ]| (Names by$4$ dull fools to$9$ plague mankind found out) 112:06,013[A ]| Should I regard, I must myself constrain, 112:06,014[A ]| And it is my maxim to$9$ avoid all pain. 112:06,015[A ]| You fondly look for$4$ what none ever could find, 112:06,016[A ]| Deceive yourself, and then call me unkind, 112:06,017[A ]| And by$4$ false reasons would my falsehood prove: 112:06,018[A ]| For$3$ it is as natural to$9$ change, as love. 112:06,019[A ]| You may as justly at the sun repine 112:06,020[A ]| Because alike it does not always shine. 112:06,021[A ]| No$2$ glorious thing was ever made to$9$ stay: 112:06,022[A ]| My blazing star but visits, and away. 112:06,023[A ]| As fatal, too, it shines as those in$4$ the skies: 112:06,024[A ]| It is never seen but some great lady dies. 112:06,025[A ]| The boasted favour you so$5#1$ precious hold 112:06,026[A ]| To$4$ me is no$2$ more than changing of my gold: 112:06,027[A ]| Whatever you gave, I paid you back in$4$ bliss; 112:06,028[A ]| Then where is the obligation, pray, of this? 112:06,029[A ]| If heretofore you found grace in$4$ my eyes, 112:06,030[A ]| Be thankful for$4$ it, and let that$6#2$ suffice. 112:06,031[A ]| But women, beggar-like, still haunt the door 112:06,032[A ]| Where they have received a charity before. 112:06,033[A ]| O happy sultan, whom we barbarous call, 112:06,034[A ]| How much refined art thou above us all! 112:06,035[A ]| Who$6#2$ envies not the joys of thy serail? 112:06,036[A ]| Thee like$4$ some god the trembling crowd adore; 112:06,037[A ]| Each man is thy slave, and womankind thy whore. 112:06,038[A ]| Methinks I see thee, underneath the shade 112:06,039[A ]| Of golden canopies supinely laid, 112:06,040[A ]| Thy crouching slaves all silent as the night, 112:06,041[A ]| But, at thy nod, all active as the light! 112:06,042[A ]| Secure in$4$ solid sloth thou there dost reign, 112:06,043[A ]| And feelest the joys of love without the pain. 112:06,044[A ]| Each female courts thee with a wishing eye, 112:06,045[A ]| Whilst thou with awful pride walkest careless by$5$, 112:06,046[A ]| Till thy kind pledge at last marks out the dame 112:06,047[A ]| Thou fanciest most to$9$ quench thy present flame. 112:06,048[A ]| Then from thy bed submissive she retires, 112:06,049[A ]| And thankful for$4$ the grace, no$2$ more requires. 112:06,050[A ]| No$2$ loud reproach nor fond unwelcome sound 112:06,051[A ]| Of women's tongues thy sacred ear dares wound. 112:06,052[A ]| If any do, a nimble mute straight ties 112:06,053[A ]| The true love knot, and stops her foolish cries. 112:06,054[A ]| Thou fearest no$2$ injured kinsman's threatening blade, 112:06,055[A ]| Nor midnight ambushes by$4$ rivals laid; 112:06,056[A ]| While here with aching hearts our joys we taste, 112:06,057[A ]| Disturbed by$4$ swords, like$4$ Damocles his feast. 113:00,000@@@@@| 113:00,000[' ]| 113:01,001[A ]| It was a dispute betwixt heaven and earth 113:01,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ had produced the nobler birth. 113:01,003[A ]| For$4$ heaven appeared Cynthia, with all her train, 113:01,004[A ]| Till you came forth, 113:01,005[A ]| More glorious and more worth 113:01,006[A ]| Than she with all those trembling imps of light 113:01,007[A ]| With which$6#1$ this envious queen of night 113:01,008[A ]| Had proudly decked her conquered self in$4$ vain. 113:01,009[A ]| I must have perished in$4$ that$6#2$ first surprise, 113:01,010[A ]| Had I beheld your eyes. 113:01,011[A ]| Love, like$4$ Apollo when he would inspire 113:01,012[A ]| Some holy breast, laid all his glories by$5$; 113:01,013[A ]| Else the god, clothed in$4$ his heavenly fire, 113:01,014[A ]| Would have possessed too powerfully, 113:01,015[A ]| And making of his priest a sacrifice, 113:01,016[A ]| Had so$5#2$ returned unhallowed to$4$ the skies. 113:02,000[' ]| 113:02,001[A ]| Give me leave to$9$ rail at you 113:02,002[A ]| (I ask nothing but my due): 113:02,003[A ]| To$9$ call you false, and then to$9$ say 113:02,004[A ]| You shall not keep my heart a day. 113:02,005[A ]| But, alas! against my will$0$, 113:02,006[A ]| I must be your captive still. 113:02,007[A ]| Ah! Be kinder, then, for$3$ I 113:02,008[A ]| Can not change, and would not die. 113:02,009[A ]| Kindness has resistless charms; 113:02,010[A ]| All besides but weakly move; 113:02,011[A ]| Fiercest anger it disarms 113:02,012[A ]| And clips the wings of flying love. 113:02,013[A ]| Beauty does the heart invade, 113:02,014[A ]| Kindness only can persuade; 113:02,015[A ]| It gilds the lover's servile chain 113:02,016[A ]| And makes the slave grow pleased and vain. 113:03,000[' ]| 113:03,001[A ]| Insulting beauty, you misspend 113:03,002[A ]| Those frowns upon$4$ your slave: 113:03,003[A ]| Your scorn against such rebels bend 113:03,004[A ]| Who$6#1$ dare with confidence pretend 113:03,005[A ]| That$3$ other eyes their hearts defend 113:03,006[A ]| From all the charms you have. 113:03,007[A ]| Your conquering eyes so$5#1$ partial are, 113:03,008[A ]| Or mankind is so$5#1$ dull, 113:03,009[A ]| That$3$ while I languish in$4$ despair, 113:03,010[A ]| Many proud, senseless hearts declare 113:03,011[A ]| They find you not so$5#1$ killing fair 113:03,012[A ]| To$9$ wish you merciful. 113:03,013[A ]| They an inglorious freedom boast; 113:03,014[A ]| I triumph in$4$ my chain. 113:03,015[A ]| Nor am I unrevenged, though lost, 113:03,016[A ]| Nor you unpunished, though unjust, 113:03,017[A ]| When I alone, who$6#1$ love you most, 113:03,018[A ]| Am killed with your disdain. 113:04,000[' ]| 113:04,001[A ]| My dear mistress has a heart 113:04,002[A ]| Soft as those kind looks she gave me 113:04,003[A ]| When, with love's resistless art 113:04,004[A ]| And her eyes, she did enslave me. 113:04,005[A ]| But her constancy is so$5#1$ weak ~~ 113:04,006[A ]| She is so$5#1$ wild, and apt to$9$ wander ~~ 113:04,007[A ]| That$3$ my jealous heart would break 113:04,008[A ]| Should we live one day asunder. 113:04,009[A ]| Melting joys about her move, 113:04,010[A ]| Killing pleasures, wounding blisses. 113:04,011[A ]| She can dress her eyes in$4$ love, 113:04,012[A ]| And her lips can arm with kisses. 113:04,013[A ]| Angels listen when she speaks; 113:04,014[A ]| She is my delight, all mankind's wonder; 113:04,015[A ]| But my jealous heart would break 113:04,016[A ]| Should we live one day asunder. 113:05,000[' ]| 113:05,001[A ]| While on$4$ those lovely looks I gaze 113:05,002[A ]| To$9$ see a wretch pursuing, 113:05,003[A ]| In$4$ raptures of a blest amaze, 113:05,004[A ]| His pleasing, happy ruin, 113:05,005[A ]| It is not for$4$ pity that$3$ I move: 113:05,006[A ]| His fate is too aspiring 113:05,007[A ]| Whose heart, broke with a load of love, 113:05,008[A ]| Dies wishing and admiring. 113:05,009[A ]| But if this murder you would forgo, 113:05,010[A ]| Your slave from death removing, 113:05,011[A ]| Let me your art of charming know, 113:05,012[A ]| Or learn you mine of loving. 113:05,013[A ]| But whether life or death betide, 113:05,014[A ]| In$4$ love it is equal measure: 113:05,015[A ]| The victor lives with empty pride, 113:05,016[A ]| The vanquished die with pleasure. 113:06,000[' ]| 113:06,001[A ]| At last you will$1$ force me to$9$ confess 113:06,002[A ]| You need no$2$ arts to$9$ vanquish: 113:06,003[A ]| Such charms from nature you possess, 113:06,004[A ]| It were dullness not to$9$ languish. 113:06,005[A ]| Yet spare a heart you may surprise, 113:06,006[A ]| And give my tongue the glory 113:06,007[A ]| To$9$ scorn, while my unfaithful eyes 113:06,008[A ]| Betray a kinder story. 113:07,000[' ]| 113:07,001[B ]| I could love thee till I die, 113:07,002[B ]| Wouldst thou love me modestly, 113:07,003[B ]| And never press, whilst I live, 113:07,004[B ]| For$3$ more than willingly I would give: 113:07,005[B ]| Which$6#1$ should sufficient be to$9$ prove 113:07,006[B ]| I would understand the art of love. 113:07,007[B ]| I hate the thing is called enjoyment: 113:07,008[B ]| Besides it is a dull employment, 113:07,009[B ]| It cuts off all that$6#1$ is life and fire 113:07,010[B ]| From that$6#2$ which$6#1$ may be termed desire; 113:07,011[B ]| Just like$4$ the bee whose sting is gone 113:07,012[B ]| Converts the owner to$4$ a drone. 113:07,013[B ]| I love a youth will$1$ give me leave 113:07,014[B ]| His body in$4$ my arms to$9$ wreathe; 113:07,015[B ]| To$9$ press him gently, and to$9$ kiss; 113:07,016[B ]| To$9$ sigh, and look with eyes that$6#1$ wish 113:07,017[B ]| For$4$ what, if I could once obtain, 113:07,018[B ]| I would neglect with flat disdain. 113:07,019[B ]| I would give him liberty to$9$ toy 113:07,020[B ]| And play with me, and count it joy. 113:07,021[B ]| Our freedom should be full complete, 113:07,022[B ]| And nothing wanting but the feat. 113:07,023[B ]| Let us practise, then, and we shall prove 113:07,024[B ]| These are the only sweets of love. 113:08,000[' ]| 113:08,001[' ]| As Chloris full of harmless thought 113:08,002[' ]| Beneath the willows lay, 113:08,003[' ]| Kind love a comely shepherd brought 113:08,004[' ]| To$9$ pass the time away. 113:08,005[' ]| She blushed to$9$ be encountered so$5#2$ 113:08,006[' ]| And chid the amorous swain, 113:08,007[' ]| But as she strove to$9$ rise and go, 113:08,008[' ]| He pulled her back again. 113:08,009[' ]| A sudden passion seized her heart 113:08,010[' ]| In$4$ spite of her disdain; 113:08,011[' ]| She found a pulse in$4$ every part, 113:08,012[' ]| And love in$4$ every vein. 113:08,013[B ]| "Ah, youth!" 113:08,013[' ]| quoth she, 113:08,013[B ]| "What charms are these 113:08,014[B ]| That$6#1$ conquer and surprise? 113:08,015[B ]| Ah, let me ~~ for$3$ unless you please, 113:08,016[B ]| I have no$2$ power to$9$ rise." 113:08,017[' ]| She faintly spoke, and trembling lay, 113:08,018[' ]| For$4$ fear he should comply, 113:08,019[' ]| But virgin's eyes their hearts betray 113:08,020[' ]| And give their tongues the lie. 113:08,021[' ]| Thus she, who$6#1$ princes had denied 113:08,022[' ]| With all their pompous train, 113:08,023[' ]| Was in$4$ the lucky minute tried 113:08,024[' ]| And yielded to$4$ the swain. 113:09,000[' ]| 113:09,001[' ]| Fair Chloris in$4$ a pigsty lay; 113:09,002[' ]| Her tender herd lay by$4$ her. 113:09,003[' ]| She slept; in$4$ murmuring gruntlings they, 113:09,004[' ]| Complaining of the scorching day, 113:09,005[' ]| Her slumbers thus inspire. 113:09,006[' ]| She dreamt whilst she with careful pains 113:09,007[' ]| Her snowy arms employed 113:09,008[' ]| In$4$ ivory pails to$9$ fill out grains, 113:09,009[' ]| One of her love-convicted swains 113:09,010[' ]| Thus hasting to$4$ her cried: 113:09,011[C ]| "Fly, nymph! Oh, fly before it is too late 113:09,012[C ]| A dear, loved life to$9$ save; 113:09,013[C ]| Rescue your bosom pig from fate 113:09,014[C ]| Who$6#1$ now expires, hung in$4$ the gate 113:09,015[C ]| That$6#1$ leads to$4$ Flora's cave. 113:09,016[C ]| "Myself had tried to$9$ set him free 113:09,017[C ]| Rather than brought the news, 113:09,018[C ]| But I am so$5#1$ abhorred by$4$ thee 113:09,019[C ]| That$3$ even thy darling's life from me 113:09,020[C ]| I know thou wouldst refuse." 113:09,021[' ]| Struck with the news, as quick she flies 113:09,022[' ]| As blushes to$4$ her face; 113:09,023[' ]| Not the bright lightning from the skies, 113:09,024[' ]| Nor love, shot from her brighter eyes, 113:09,025[' ]| Move half so$5#1$ swift a pace. 113:09,026[' ]| This plot, it seems, the lustful slave 113:09,027[' ]| Had laid against her honor, 113:09,028[' ]| Which$6#1$ not one god took care to$9$ save, 113:09,029[' ]| For$3$ he pursues her to$4$ the cave 113:09,030[' ]| And throws himself upon$4$ her. 113:09,031[' ]| Now pierced is her virgin zone; 113:09,032[' ]| She feels the foe within it. 113:09,033[' ]| She hears a broken amorous groan, 113:09,034[' ]| The panting lover's fainting moan, 113:09,035[' ]| Just in$4$ the happy minute. 113:09,036[' ]| Frighted she wakes, and waking frigs. 113:09,037[' ]| Nature thus kindly eased 113:09,038[' ]| In$4$ dreams raised by$4$ her murmuring pigs 113:09,039[' ]| And her own thumb between her legs, 113:09,040[' ]| She is innocent and pleased. 113:10,000[' ]| 113:10,001[A ]| What cruel pains Corinna takes 113:10,002[A ]| To$9$ force that$6#2$ harmless frown; 113:10,003[A ]| When not one charm her face forsakes, 113:10,004[A ]| Love can not lose his own. 113:10,005[A ]| So$5#1$ sweet a face, so$5#1$ soft a heart, 113:10,006[A ]| Such eyes, so$5#1$ very kind, 113:10,007[A ]| Betray, alas! the silly art 113:10,008[A ]| Virtue had ill designed. 113:10,009[A ]| Poor feeble tyrant, who$6#1$ in$4$ vain 113:10,010[A ]| Would proudly take upon$4$ her, 113:10,011[A ]| Against kind nature, to$9$ maintain 113:10,012[A ]| Affected rules of honor. 113:10,013[A ]| The scorn she bears so$5#1$ helpless proves, 113:10,014[A ]| When I plead passion to$4$ her, 113:10,015[A ]| That$3$ much she fears, but more she loves, 113:10,016[A ]| Her vassal should undo her. 113:11,000[' ]| 113:11,001[A ]| Phyllis, be gentler, I advise; 113:11,002[A ]| Make up$5$ for$4$ time misspent: 113:11,003[A ]| When beauty on$4$ its deathbed lies, 113:11,004[A ]| It is high time to$9$ repent. 113:11,005[A ]| Such is the malice of your fate: 113:11,006[A ]| That$6#1$ makes you old so$5#1$ soon, 113:11,007[A ]| Your pleasure ever comes too late, 113:11,008[A ]| How early ever begun. 113:11,009[A ]| Think what a wretched thing is she 113:11,010[A ]| Whose stars contrive, in$4$ spite, 113:11,011[A ]| The morning of her love should be 113:11,012[A ]| Her fading beauty's night. 113:11,013[A ]| Then, if to$9$ make your ruin more, 113:11,014[A ]| You will$1$ peevishly be coy, 113:11,015[A ]| Die with the scandal of a whore 113:11,016[A ]| And never know the joy. 113:12,000[' ]| 113:12,001[' ]| Quoth the Duchess*of*Cleveland to$4$ counselor Knight, 113:12,002[B ]| "I would fain have a prick, knew I how to$9$ come by$4$ it. 113:12,003[B ]| I desire you will$1$ be secret and give your advice: 113:12,004[B ]| Though cunt be not coy, reputation is nice." 113:12,005[C ]| "To$4$ some cellar in$4$ Sodom Your Grace must retire 113:12,006[C ]| Where porters with black-pots sit round a coal-fire; 113:12,007[C ]| There open your cases, and Your Grace can not fail 113:12,008[C ]| Of a dozen of pricks for$4$ a dozen of ale." 113:12,009[B ]| "Is it so$5#2$?" 113:12,009[' ]| quoth the duchess. 113:12,009[C ]| "Aye, by$4$ God!" 113:12,009[' ]| quoth the whore. 113:12,000[B ]| "Then give me the key that$6#1$ unlocks the back door, 113:12,000[B ]| For$3$ I would rather be fucked by$4$ porters and carmen 113:12,000[B ]| Than thus be abused by$4$ Churchill and Jermyn." 113:13,000[' ]| 113:13,001[A ]| Tell me no$2$ more of constancy, 113:13,002[A ]| The frivolous pretence 113:13,003[A ]| Of cold age, narrow jealousy, 113:13,004[A ]| Disease, and want of sense. 113:13,005[A ]| Let duller fools, on$4$ whom kind chance 113:13,006[A ]| Some easy heart has thrown, 113:13,007[A ]| Despairing higher to$9$ advance, 113:13,008[A ]| Be kind to$4$ one alone. 113:13,009[A ]| Old men and weak, whose idle flame 113:13,010[A ]| Their own defects discovers, 113:13,011[A ]| Since changing can but spread the shame, 113:13,012[A ]| Ought to$9$ be constant lovers. 113:13,013[A ]| But we, whose hearts do justly swell 113:13,014[A ]| With no$2$ vainglorious pride, 113:13,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ know how we in$4$ love excel, 113:13,016[A ]| Long to$9$ be often tried. 113:13,017[A ]| Then bring my bath, and strew my bed, 113:13,018[A ]| As each kind night returns; 113:13,019[A ]| I will$1$ change a mistress till I am dead ~~ 113:13,020[A ]| And fate change me to$4$ worms. 113:14,000[' ]| 113:14,001[A ]| An age in$4$ her embraces passed 113:14,002[A ]| Would seem a winter's day, 113:14,003[A ]| Where life and light with envious haste 113:14,004[A ]| Are torn and snatched away. 113:14,005[A ]| But oh, how slowly minutes roll 113:14,006[A ]| When absent from her eyes, 113:14,007[A ]| That$6#1$ feed my love, which$6#1$ is my soul: 113:14,008[A ]| It languishes and dies. 113:14,009[A ]| For$3$ then no$2$ more a soul, but shade, 113:14,010[A ]| It mournfully does move 113:14,011[A ]| And haunts my breast, by$4$ absence made 113:14,012[A ]| The living tomb of love. 113:14,013[A ]| You wiser men, despise me not 113:14,014[A ]| Whose lovesick fancy raves 113:14,015[A ]| On$4$ shades of souls, and heaven knows what: 113:14,016[A ]| Short ages live in$4$ graves. 113:14,017[A ]| Whenever those wounding eyes, so$5#1$ full 113:14,018[A ]| Of sweetness, you did see, 113:14,019[A ]| Had you not been profoundly dull, 113:14,020[A ]| You had gone mad like$4$ me. 113:14,021[A ]| Nor censure us, you who$6#1$ perceive 113:14,022[A ]| My best beloved and me 113:14,023[A ]| Sigh and lament, complain and grieve: 113:14,024[A ]| You think we disagree. 113:14,025[A ]| Alas! it is sacred jealousy, 113:14,026[A ]| Love raised to$4$ an extreme: 113:14,027[A ]| The only proof betwixt her and me 113:14,028[A ]| We love, and do not dream. 113:14,029[A ]| Fantastic fancies fondly move 113:14,030[A ]| And in$4$ frail joys believe, 113:14,031[A ]| Taking false pleasure for$4$ true love; 113:14,032[A ]| But pain can never deceive. 113:14,033[A ]| Kind jealous doubts, tormenting fears, 113:14,034[A ]| And anxious cares, when past, 113:14,035[A ]| Prove our hearts' treasure fixed and dear, 113:14,036[A ]| And make us blest at last. 113:15,000[' ]| 113:15,001[A ]| Absent from thee, I languish still; 113:15,002[A ]| Then ask me not, when I return? 113:15,003[A ]| The straying fool it will$1$ plainly kill 113:15,004[A ]| To$9$ wish all day, all night to$9$ mourn. 113:15,005[A ]| Dear! from thine arms then let me fly, 113:15,006[A ]| That$3$ my fantastic mind may prove 113:15,007[A ]| The torments it deserves to$9$ try 113:15,008[A ]| That$6#1$ tears my fixed heart from my love. 113:15,009[A ]| When, wearied with a world of woe, 113:15,010[A ]| To$4$ thy safe bosom I retire 113:15,011[A ]| Where love and peace and truth does flow, 113:15,012[A ]| May I contented there expire, 113:15,013[A ]| Lest, once more wandering from the heaven, 113:15,014[A ]| I fall on$4$ some base heart unblest, 113:15,015[A ]| Faithless to$4$ thee, false, unforgiven, 113:15,016[A ]| And lose my everlasting rest. 113:15,000[' ]| 113:15,001[B ]| Ancient person, for$4$ whom I 113:15,002[B ]| All the flattering youth defy, 113:15,003[B ]| Long be it before thou grow old, 113:15,004[B ]| Aching, shaking, crazy, cold; 113:15,005[B ]| But still continue as thou art, 113:15,006[B ]| Ancient person of my heart. 113:15,007[B ]| On$4$ thy withered lips and dry, 113:15,008[B ]| Which$6#1$ like$4$ barren furrows lie, 113:15,009[B ]| Brooding kisses I will$1$ pour 113:15,010[B ]| Shall thy youthful restore 113:15,011[B ]| (Such kind showers in$4$ autumn fall, 113:15,012[B ]| And a second spring recall); 113:15,013[B ]| Nor from thee will$1$ ever part, 113:15,014[B ]| Ancient person of my heart. 113:15,015[B ]| Thy nobler part, which$6#1$ but to$9$ name 113:15,016[B ]| In$4$ our sex would be counted shame, 113:15,017[B ]| By$4$ age's frozen grasp possessed, 113:15,018[B ]| From ice shall be released, 113:15,019[B ]| And soothed by$4$ my reviving hand, 113:15,020[B ]| In$4$ former warmth and vigour stand. 113:15,021[B ]| All a lover's wish can reach 113:15,022[B ]| For$4$ thy joy my love shall teach, 113:15,023[B ]| And for$4$ thy pleasure shall improve 113:15,024[B ]| All that$6#1$ art can add to$4$ love. 113:15,025[B ]| Yet still I love thee without art, 113:15,026[B ]| Ancient person of my heart. 113:16,000[' ]| 113:16,001[A ]| All my past life is mine no$2$ more; 113:16,002[A ]| The flying hours are gone, 113:16,003[A ]| Like$4$ transitory dreams given over 113:16,004[A ]| Whose images are kept in$4$ store 113:16,005[A ]| By$4$ memory alone. 113:16,006[A ]| Whatever is to$9$ come is not: 113:16,007[A ]| How can it then be mine? 113:16,008[A ]| The present moment is all my lot, 113:16,009[A ]| And that$6#2$, as fast as it is got, 113:16,010[A ]| Phyllis, is wholly thine. 113:16,011[A ]| Then talk not of inconstancy, 113:16,012[A ]| False hearts, and broken vows; 113:16,013[A ]| If I, by$4$ miracle, can be 113:16,014[A ]| This livelong minute true to$4$ thee, 113:16,015[A ]| It is all that$6#1$ heaven allows. 113:17,000[' ]| 113:17,001[B ]| "I swive as well as others do; 113:17,002[B ]| I am young, not yet deformed; 113:17,003[B ]| My tender heart, sincere and true, 113:17,004[B ]| Deserves not to$9$ be scorned. 113:17,005[A ]| Why, Phyllis, then, why will$1$ you swive 113:17,006[A ]| With forty lovers more?" 113:17,007[B ]| "Can I", 113:17,007[' ]| said she, 113:17,007[B ]| "with nature strive? 113:17,008[B ]| Alas I am, alas I am a whore! 113:17,009[B ]| "Were all my body larded over 113:17,010[B ]| With darts of love, so$5#1$ thick 113:17,011[B ]| That$3$ you might find in$4$ every pore 113:17,012[B ]| A well-stuck standing prick, 113:17,013[B ]| Whilst yet my eyes alone were free, 113:17,014[B ]| My heart would never doubt, 113:17,015[B ]| In$4$ amorous rage and ecstasy, 113:17,016[B ]| To$9$ wish those eyes, to$9$ wish those eyes fucked out." 113:18,000[' ]| 113:18,001[A ]| By$4$ all love's soft, yet mighty powers, 113:18,002[A ]| It is a thing unfit 113:18,003[A ]| That$3$ men should fuck in$4$ time of flowers, 113:18,004[A ]| Or when the smock is beshit. 113:18,005[A ]| Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind, 113:18,006[A ]| And all my joys restore 113:18,007[A ]| By$4$ using paper still behind 113:18,008[A ]| And spunges for$4$ before. 113:18,009[A ]| My spotless flames can never decay 113:18,010[A ]| If after every close, 113:18,011[A ]| My smoking prick escape the fray 113:18,012[A ]| Without a bloody nose. 113:18,013[A ]| If thou wouldst have me true, be wise 113:18,014[A ]| And take to$4$ cleanly sinning; 113:18,015[A ]| None but fresh lovers' pricks can rise 113:18,016[A ]| At Phyllis in$4$ foul linen. 113:19,000[' ]| 113:19,001[A ]| Love a woman? You are an ass! 113:19,002[A ]| It is a most insipid passion 113:19,003[A ]| To$9$ choose out for$4$ your happiness 113:19,004[A ]| The silliest part of God's creation. 113:19,005[A ]| Let the porter and the groom, 113:19,006[A ]| Things designed for$4$ dirty slaves, 113:19,007[A ]| Drudge in$4$ fair Aurelia's womb 113:19,008[A ]| To$9$ get supplies for$4$ age and graves. 113:19,009[A ]| Farewell, woman! I intend 113:19,010[A ]| Henceforth every night to$9$ sit 113:19,011[A ]| With my lewd, well-natured friend, 113:19,012[A ]| Drinking to$9$ engender wit. 113:19,013[A ]| Then give me health, wealth, mirth, and wine, 113:19,014[A ]| And, if busy love entrenches, 113:19,015[A ]| There is a sweet, soft page of mine 113:19,016[A ]| Does the trick worth forty wenches. 113:20,000[' ]| 113:20,001[A ]| Vulcan, contrive me such a cup 113:20,002[A ]| As Nestor used of old. 113:20,003[A ]| Show all thy skill to$9$ trim it up$5$; 113:20,004[A ]| Damask it round with gold. 113:20,005[A ]| Make it so$5#1$ large that$3$, filled with sack 113:20,006[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the swelling brim, 113:20,007[A ]| Vast toasts on$4$ the delicious lake 113:20,008[A ]| Like$4$ ships at sea may swim. 113:20,009[A ]| Engrave no$2$ battle on$4$ his cheek: 113:20,010[A ]| With war I have naught to$9$ do; 113:20,011[A ]| I am none of those that$6#1$ took Maastricht, 113:20,012[A ]| Nor Yarmouth leaguer knew. 113:20,013[A ]| Let it no$2$ name of planets tell, 113:20,014[A ]| Fixed stars or constellations; 113:20,015[A ]| For$3$ I am no$2$ Sir*Sidrophel, 113:20,016[A ]| Nor none of his relations. 113:20,017[A ]| But carve thereon a spreading vine, 113:20,018[A ]| Then add two lovely boys; 113:20,019[A ]| Their limbs in$4$ amorous folds entwine, 113:20,020[A ]| The type of future joys. 113:20,021[A ]| Cupid and Bacchus my saints are: 113:20,022[A ]| May drink and love still reign. 113:20,023[A ]| With wine I wash away my cares, 113:20,024[A ]| And then to$4$ cunt again. 113:21,000[' ]| 113:21,001[A ]| The utmost grace the Greeks could show, 113:21,002[A ]| When to$4$ the Trojans they grew kind, 113:21,003[A ]| Was with their arms to$9$ let them go 113:21,004[A ]| And leave their lingering wives behind. 113:21,005[A ]| They beat the men, and burnt the town: 113:21,006[A ]| Then all the baggage was their own. 113:21,007[A ]| There the kind deity of wine 113:21,008[A ]| Kissed the soft wanton god of love; 113:21,009[A ]| This clapped his wings, that$6#2$ pressed his vine, 113:21,010[A ]| And their best powers united move; 113:21,011[A ]| While each brave Greek embraced his punk, 113:21,012[A ]| Lulled her asleep, and then grew drunk. 113:22,000[' ]| 113:22,001[A ]| Leave this gaudy gilded stage, 113:22,002[A ]| From custom more than use frequented, 113:22,003[A ]| Where fools of either sex and age 113:22,004[A ]| Crowd to$9$ see themselves presented. 113:22,005[A ]| To$4$ love's theatre, the bed, 113:22,006[A ]| Youth and beauty fly together, 113:22,007[A ]| And act so$5#1$ well it may be said 113:22,008[A ]| The laurel there was due to$4$ either. 113:22,009[A ]| Betwixt strifes of love and war, the difference lies in$4$ this: 113:22,010[A ]| Where neither overcomes, love's triumph greater is. 113:23,000[' ]| 113:23,001[A ]| How blest was the created state 113:23,002[A ]| Of man and woman, before they fell, 113:23,003[A ]| Compared to$4$ our unhappy fate: 113:23,004[A ]| We need not fear another hell. 113:23,005[A ]| Naked beneath cool shades they lay; 113:23,006[A ]| Enjoyment waited on$4$ desire; 113:23,007[A ]| Each member did their wills obey, 113:23,008[A ]| Nor could a wish set pleasure higher. 113:23,009[A ]| But we, poor slaves to$4$ hope and fear, 113:23,010[A ]| Are never of our joys secure; 113:23,011[A ]| They lessen still as they draw near, 113:23,012[A ]| And none but dull delights endure. 113:23,013[A ]| Then, Chloris, while I duly pay 113:23,014[A ]| The nobler tribute of my heart, 113:23,015[A ]| Be not you so$5#1$ severe to$9$ say 113:23,016[A ]| You love me for$4$ the frailer part. 113:24,000[' ]| 113:24,001[A ]| Such perfect bliss, fair Chloris, we, 113:24,002[A ]| In$4$ our enjoyments prove, 113:24,003[A ]| It is pity restless jealousy 113:24,004[A ]| Should mingle with our love. 113:24,005[A ]| Let us, since wit has taught us how, 113:24,006[A ]| Raise pleasure to$4$ the top: 113:24,007[A ]| You rival bottle must allow, 113:24,008[A ]| I will$1$ suffer rival fop. 113:24,009[A ]| Think not in$4$ this that$3$ I design 113:24,010[A ]| A treason against love's charms, 113:24,011[A ]| When, following the god of wine, 113:24,012[A ]| I leave my Chloris' arms. 113:24,013[A ]| Since you have that$6#2$, for$4$ all your haste 113:24,014[A ]| (At which$6#1$ I will$1$ never repine); 113:24,015[A ]| Will$1$ take its liquor off as fast 113:24,016[A ]| As I can take off mine. 113:24,017[A ]| There is not a brisk, insipid spark 113:24,018[A ]| That$6#1$ flutters in$4$ the town, 113:24,019[A ]| But with your wanton eyes you mark 113:24,020[A ]| Him out to$9$ be your own; 113:24,021[A ]| Nor do you think it worth your care 113:24,022[A ]| How empty and how dull 113:24,023[A ]| The heads of your admirers are, 113:24,024[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ their cods be full. 113:24,025[A ]| All this you freely may confess, 113:24,026[A ]| Yet we never disagree, 113:24,027[A ]| For$3$ did you love your pleasure less, 113:24,028[A ]| You were no$2$ match for$4$ me. 113:24,029[A ]| Whilst I, my pleasure to$9$ pursue, 113:24,030[A ]| Whole nights am taking in$5$ 113:24,031[A ]| The lusty juice of grapes, take you 113:24,032[A ]| The juice of lusty men. 114:01,000@@@@@| 209,01,000[' ]| 114:01,000[' ]| 114:01,001[B ]| When to$4$ the King I bid good morrow 114:01,002[B ]| With tongue in$4$ mouth, and hand on$4$ tarse, 114:01,003[B ]| Portsmouth may rend her cunt for$4$ sorrow, 114:01,004[B ]| And Mazarin may kiss mine arse. 114:01,005[C ]| When England's monarch is on$4$ my belly, 114:01,006[C ]| With prick in$4$ cunt, though double crammed, 114:01,007[C ]| Fart of mine arse for$4$ small whore Nelly, 114:01,008[C ]| And great whore Mazarin be damned. 114:01,009[D ]| When on$4$ Portsmouth's lap I lay my head, 114:01,010[D ]| And Knight does sing her bawdy song, 114:01,011[D ]| I envy not George*Porter's bed, 114:01,012[D ]| Nor the delights of Madam*Long. 114:01,013[X ]| Now heavens preserve our faith's defender 114:01,014[X ]| From Paris plots and Roman cunt; 114:01,015[X ]| From Mazarin, that$6#2$ new pretender, 114:01,016[X ]| And from that$6#2$ politique, Grammont. 114:02,000[' ]| 114:02,001[A ]| Son of a whore, God damn you! can you tell 114:02,002[A ]| A peerless peer the readiest way to$4$ Hell? 114:02,003[A ]| I have outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make 114:02,004[A ]| Oaths would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake; 114:02,005[A ]| I have swived more whores more ways than Sodom's walls 114:02,006[A ]| Ever knew, or the College of Rome's Cardinals. 114:02,007[A ]| Witness heroic scars ~~ Look here, never go! ~~ 114:02,008[A ]| Cerecloths and ulcers from the top to$4$ toe! 114:02,009[A ]| Frighted at my own mischiefs, I have fled 114:02,010[A ]| And bravely left my life's defender dead; 114:02,011[A ]| Broke houses to$9$ break chastity, and died 114:02,012[A ]| That$6#2$ floor with murder which$6#1$ my lust denied. 114:02,013[A ]| Pox on$4$ it, why do I speak of these poor things? 114:02,014[A ]| I have blasphemed my God, and libelled Kings! 114:02,015[A ]| The readiest way to$4$ Hell ~~ Come quick! 114:02,016[B ]| Never stir: 114:02,017[B ]| The readiest way, my Lord, is by$4$ Rochester. 114:03,001[' ]| 114:03,002[A ]| To$9$ rack and torture thy unmeaning brain 114:03,003[A ]| In$4$ satire's praise, to$4$ a low untuned strain, 114:03,004[A ]| In$4$ thee was most impertinent and vain, 114:03,005[A ]| When in$4$ thy person we more clearly see 114:03,006[A ]| That$3$ satire is of divine authority, 114:03,007[A ]| For$3$ God made one on$4$ man when he made thee: 114:03,008[A ]| To$9$ show there are some men, as there are apes, 114:03,009[A ]| Framed for$4$ mere sport, who$6#1$ differ but in$4$ shapes. 114:03,010[A ]| In$4$ thee are all those contradictions joined 114:03,011[A ]| That$6#1$ make an ass prodigious and refined. 114:03,012[A ]| A lump deformed and shapeless wert thou born, 114:03,013[A ]| Begot in$4$ love's despite and nature's scorn, 114:03,014[A ]| And art grown up$5$ the most ungraceful wight, 114:03,015[A ]| Harsh to$4$ the ear, and hideous to$4$ the sight; 114:03,016[A ]| Yet love is thy business, beauty thy delight. 114:03,017[A ]| Curse on$4$ that$6#2$ silly hour that$6#1$ first inspired 114:03,018[A ]| Thy madness to$9$ pretend to$9$ be admired: 114:03,019[A ]| To$9$ paint thy grisly face, to$9$ dance, to$9$ dress, 114:03,020[A ]| And all those awkward follies that$6#1$ express 114:03,021[A ]| Thy loathsome love and filthy daintiness; 114:03,022[A ]| Who$6#1$ needs will$1$ be an ugly 9beau*garcon, 114:03,023[A ]| Spit at and shunned by$4$ every girl in$4$ town, 114:03,024[A ]| Where, dreadfully, love's scarecrow thou art placed 114:03,025[A ]| To$9$ fright the tender flock that$6#1$ long to$9$ taste, 114:03,026[A ]| While every coming maid, when you appear, 114:03,027[A ]| Starts back for$4$ shame, and straight turns chaste for$4$ fear. 114:03,028[A ]| For$3$ none so$5#1$ poor or prostitute have proved, 114:03,029[A ]| Where you made love, to$9$ endure to$9$ be beloved. 114:03,030[A ]| It were labour lost, or else I would advise, 114:03,031[A ]| But thy half wit will$1$ never let thee be wise. 114:03,032[A ]| Half witty, and half mad, and scarce half brave; 114:03,033[A ]| Half honest, which$6#1$ is very much a knave ~~ 114:03,034[A ]| Made of up$5$ all these halves, thou canst not pass 114:03,035[A ]| For$4$ anything entirely but an ass. 114:04,000[' ]| 114:04,001[A ]| God bless our good and gracious King, 114:04,002[A ]| Whose promise none relies on$4$; 114:04,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ never said a foolish thing, 114:04,004[A ]| Nor ever did a wise one. 114:05,000[' ]| 114:05,001[A ]| Here is Monmouth the witty, 114:05,002[A ]| And Lauderdale the pretty, 114:05,003[A ]| And Frazier, that$6#2$ learned physician; 114:05,004[A ]| But above all the rest, 114:05,005[A ]| Here is the Duke for$4$ a jest, 114:05,006[A ]| And the King for$4$ a grand politician. 114:06,000[' ]| 114:06,001[A ]| Her father gave her dildoes six; 114:06,002[A ]| Her mother made them up$5$ a score; 114:06,003[A ]| But she loves nought but living pricks, 114:06,004[A ]| And swears by$4$ God she will$1$ frig no$2$ more. 114:07,000[' ]| 114:07,001[A ]| Against the charms our ballocks have 114:07,002[A ]| How weak all human skill is, 114:07,003[A ]| Since they can make a man a slave 114:07,004[A ]| To$4$ such a bitch as Willis! 114:07,005[A ]| Whom that$3$ I may describe throughout, 114:07,006[A ]| Assist me, bawdy powers; 114:07,007[A ]| I will$1$ write upon$4$ a double clout, 114:07,008[A ]| And dip my pen in$4$ flowers. 114:07,009[A ]| Her look is demurely impudent, 114:07,010[A ]| Ungainly beautiful; 114:07,011[A ]| Her modesty is insolent, 114:07,012[A ]| Her wit both pert and dull. 114:07,013[A ]| A prostitute to$4$ all the town, 114:07,014[A ]| And yet with no$2$ man friends, 114:07,015[A ]| She rails and scolds when she lies down, 114:07,016[A ]| And curses when she spends. 114:07,017[A ]| Bawdy in$4$ thoughts, precise in$4$ words, 114:07,018[A ]| Ill-natured though a whore, 114:07,019[A ]| Her belly is a bag of turds, 114:07,020[A ]| And her cunt a common shore. 114:08,000[' ]| 114:08,001[A ]| Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; 114:08,002[A ]| Phyllis continued still unkind. 114:08,003@w | "Then you may even despair," 114:08,003[A ]| he said; 114:08,004@w | "In$4$ vain I strive to$9$ change her mind. 114:08,005@w | Honor has got in$5$ and keeps her heart; 114:08,006@w | Durst he but venture once abroad, 114:08,007@w | In$4$ my own right I would take your part 114:08,008@w | And show myself the mightier god. 114:08,009@w | This huffing Honour domineers 114:08,010@w | In$4$ breasts alone where he has place, 114:08,011@w | But if true generous Love appears, 114:08,012@w | The hector dares not show his face." 114:08,013[A ]| Let me still languish and complain, 114:08,014[A ]| Be most unhumanly denied. 114:08,015[A ]| I have some pleasure in$4$ my pain; 114:08,016[A ]| She can have none with all her pride. 114:08,017[A ]| I fall a sacrifice to$4$ Love, 114:08,018[A ]| She lives a wretch for$4$ Honour's sake; 114:08,019[A ]| Whose tyrant does most cruel prove, 114:08,020[A ]| The difference is not hard to$9$ make. 114:08,021[A ]| Consider real honour, then: 114:08,022[A ]| You will$1$ find hers can not be the same. 114:08,023[A ]| It is noble confidence in$4$ men; 114:08,024[A ]| In$4$ women, mean mistrustful shame. 114:09,000[' ]| 114:09,001[A ]| To$4$ this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms, 114:09,002[A ]| Great Love! at first sight of Olinda's bright charms. 114:09,003[A ]| Made proud and secure by$4$ such forces as these, 114:09,004[A ]| You may now be a tyrant as soon as you please. 114:09,005[A ]| When innocence, beauty, and wit do conspire 114:09,006[A ]| To$9$ betray, and engage, and inflame my desire, 114:09,007[A ]| Why should I decline what I can not avoid, 114:09,008[A ]| And let pleasing hope by$4$ base fear be destroyed? 114:09,009[A ]| Her innocence can not contrive to$9$ undo me; 114:09,010[A ]| Her beauty is inclined, or why should it pursue me? 114:09,011[A ]| And wit has to$4$ pleasure been ever a friend; 114:09,012[A ]| Then what room for$4$ despair, since delight is love's end? 114:09,013[A ]| There can be no$2$ danger in$4$ sweetness and youth 114:09,014[A ]| Where love is secured by$4$ good nature and truth. 114:09,015[A ]| On$4$ her beauty I will$1$ gaze, and of pleasure complain, 114:09,016[A ]| While every kind look adds a link to$4$ my chain. 114:09,017[A ]| It is more to$9$ maintain than it was to$9$ surprise, 114:09,018[A ]| But her wit leads in$4$ triumph the slave of her eyes. 114:09,019[A ]| I beheld with the loss of my freedom before, 114:09,020[A ]| But, hearing, forever must serve and adore. 114:09,021[A ]| Too bright is my goddess, her temple too weak. 114:09,022[A ]| Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break. 114:09,023[A ]| Help, Love! I dissolve in$4$ a rapture of charms 114:09,024[A ]| At the thought of those joys I should meet in$4$ her arms. 114:10,000[' ]| 114:10,000[' ]| 114:10,001[A ]| Fling this useless book away, 114:10,002[A ]| And presume no$2$ more to$9$ pray. 114:10,003[A ]| Heaven is just, and can bestow 114:10,004[A ]| Mercy on$4$ none but those that$6#1$ mercy show. 114:10,005[A ]| With a proud heart maliciously inclined 114:10,006[A ]| Not to$9$ increase, but to$9$ subdue mankind, 114:10,007[A ]| In$4$ vain you vex the gods with your petition; 114:10,008[A ]| Without repentance and sincere contrition, 114:10,009[A ]| You are in$4$ a reprobate condition. 114:10,000[' ]| <2.> 114:10,010[A ]| Phyllis, to$9$ calm the angry powers 114:10,011[A ]| And save my soul as well as yours, 114:10,012[A ]| Relieve poor mortals from despair, 114:10,013[A ]| And justify the gods that$6#1$ made you fair; 114:10,014[A ]| And in$4$ those bright and charming eyes 114:10,015[A ]| Let pity first appear, then love, 114:10,016[A ]| That$3$ we by$4$ easy steps may rise 114:10,017[A ]| Through all the joys on$4$ earth to$4$ those above. 114:11,000[' ]| 114:11,001[A ]| Some few, from wit, have this true maxim got, 114:11,002[A ]| That$3$ it is still better to$9$ be pleased than not, 114:11,003[A ]| And therefore never their own torment plot; 114:11,004[A ]| While the malicious critics still agree 114:11,005[A ]| To$9$ loathe each play they come, and pay, to$9$ see. 114:11,006[A ]| The first know it is a meaner part of sense 114:11,007[A ]| To$9$ find a fault than taste an excellence; 114:11,008[A ]| Therefore they praise and strive to$9$ like$1$, while these 114:11,009[A ]| Are dully vain of being hard to$9$ please. 114:11,010[A ]| Poets and women have an equal right 114:11,011[A ]| To$9$ hate the dull, who$6#1$, dead to$4$ all delight, 114:11,012[A ]| Feel pain alone, and have no$2$ joy but spite. 114:11,013[A ]| It was impotence did first this vice begin: 114:11,014[A ]| Fools censure wit as old men rail of sin, 114:11,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ envy pleasure which$6#1$ they can not taste, 114:11,016[A ]| And, good for$4$ nothing, would be wise at last. 114:11,017[A ]| Since therefore to$4$ the women it appears 114:11,018[A ]| That$3$ all these enemies of wit are theirs, 114:11,019[A ]| Our poet the dull herd no$2$ longer fears. 114:11,020[A ]| Whatever his fate may prove, it will$1$ be his pride 114:11,021[A ]| To$9$ stand or fall with beauty on$4$ his side. 114:12,000[' ]| 114:12,001[A ]| Crushed by$4$ that$6#2$ just contempt his follies bring 114:12,002[A ]| On$4$ his crazed head, the vermin fain would sting; 114:12,003[A ]| But never satire did so$5#1$ softly bite, 114:12,004[A ]| Or Gentle George himself more gently write. 114:12,005[A ]| Born to$4$ no$2$ other but thy own disgrace, 114:12,006[A ]| Thou art a thing so$5#1$ wretched and so$5#1$ base 114:12,007[A ]| Thou canst not even offend, but with thy face; 114:12,008[A ]| And dost at once a sad example prove 114:12,009[A ]| Of harmless malice, and of hopeless love, 114:12,010[A ]| All pride and ugliness! Oh, how we loathe 114:12,011[A ]| A nauseous creature so$5#1$ composed of both! 114:12,012[A ]| How oft have we thy capering person seen, 114:12,013[A ]| With dismal look, and melancholy mien, 114:12,014[A ]| The just reverse of Nokes, when he would be 114:12,015[A ]| Some mighty hero, and makes love like$4$ thee. 114:12,016[A ]| Thou art below being laughed at; out of spite, 114:12,017[A ]| Men gaze upon$4$ thee as a hideous sight, 114:12,018[A ]| And cry, 114:12,018[X ]| "There goes the melancholy knight!" 114:12,019[A ]| There are some modish fools we daily see, 114:12,020[A ]| Modest and dull: why, they are wits to$4$ thee! 114:12,021[A ]| For$3$, of all folly, sure the very top 114:12,022[A ]| Is a conceited ninny, and a fop; 114:12,023[A ]| With face of farce, joined to$4$ a head romancy, 114:12,024[A ]| There is no$2$ such coxcomb as your fool of fancy. 114:12,025[A ]| But it is too much on$4$ so$5#1$ despised a theme: 114:12,026[A ]| No$2$ man would dabble in$4$ a dirty stream. 114:12,027[A ]| The worst that$6#1$ I could write would be no$2$ more 114:12,028[A ]| Than what thy very friends have said before. 114:13,000[' ]| 114:13,001[A ]| Bursting with pride, the loathed impostume swells; 114:13,002[A ]| Prick him, he sheds his venom straight, and smells. 114:13,003[A ]| But it is so$5#1$ lewd a scribbler, that$3$ he writes 114:13,004[A ]| With as much force to$4$ nature as he fights; 114:13,005[A ]| Hardened in$4$ shame, it is such a baffled fop 114:13,006[A ]| That$3$ every schoolboy whips him like$4$ a top. 114:13,007[A ]| And, with his arm and head, his brain is so$5#1$ weak 114:13,008[A ]| That$3$ his starved fancy is compelled to$9$ rake 114:13,009[A ]| Among the excrements of others' wit 114:13,010[A ]| To$9$ make a stinking meal of what they shit; 114:13,011[A ]| So$3$ swine, for$4$ nasty meat, to$4$ dunghill run, 114:13,012[A ]| And toss their gruntling snouts up$5$ when they have done. 114:13,013[A ]| Against his stars the coxcomb ever strives, 114:13,014[A ]| And to$9$ be something they forbid, contrives. 114:13,015[A ]| With a red nose, splay foot, and goggle eye, 114:13,016[A ]| A plowman's looby mien, face all awry, 114:13,017[A ]| With stinking breath, and every loathsome mark, 114:13,018[A ]| The Punchinello sets up$5$ for$4$ a spark. 114:13,019[A ]| With equal self-conceit, too, he bears arms, 114:13,020[A ]| But with that$6#2$ vile success his part performs 114:13,021[A ]| That$3$ he burlesques his trade, and what is best 114:13,022[A ]| In$4$ others, turns like$4$ Harlequin to$4$ jest. 114:13,023[A ]| So$3$ have I seen, at Smithfield's wondrous fair, 114:13,024[A ]| When all his brother monsters flourish there, 114:13,025[A ]| A lubbard elephant divert the town 114:13,026[A ]| With making legs, and shooting off a gun. 114:13,027[A ]| Go where he will$1$, he never finds a friend; 114:13,028[A ]| Shame and derision all his steps attend. 114:13,029[A ]| Alike abroad, at home, in$4$ the camp and Court, 114:13,030[A ]| This Knight of the Burning Pestle makes us sport. 114:14,000[' ]| 114:14,001[A ]| To$9$ form a plot, 114:14,002[A ]| The blustering bard whose rough, unruly rhyme 114:14,003[A ]| Gives Plutarch's Lives the lie in$4$ every line, 114:14,004[A ]| Who$6#1$ rapture before nature does prefer 114:14,005[A ]| (And now himself turned his own imager), 114:14,006[A ]| Defaceth God's in$4$ every character. 114:15,000[' ]| 114:15,000[' ]| 114:15,000[' ]| 114:15,001[A ]| What strange surprise to$9$ meet such words as these 114:15,002[A ]| (Such terms of horror were never chose to$9$ please) ~~ 114:15,003[A ]| To$9$ meet, midst pleasures of a jovial night, 114:15,004[A ]| Words that$6#1$ can only give amaze and fright: 114:15,005[A ]| No$2$ gentle thought that$6#1$ does to$4$ love invite! 114:15,006[A ]| Were it not better for$4$ your arms to$9$ employ 114:15,007[A ]| Grasping a lover in$4$ pursuit of joy, 114:15,008[A ]| Than handling sword and pen, weapons unfit? 114:15,009[A ]| Your sex gains conquest by$4$ their charms and wit. 114:15,010[A ]| Of writers slain I could with pleasure hear, 114:15,011[A ]| Approve of fights, overjoyed to$9$ cause a tear ~~ 114:15,012[A ]| So$5#2$ slain, I mean, that$3$ she should soon revive, 114:15,013[A ]| Pleased in$4$ my arms to$9$ find herself alive. 114:16,000[' ]| 114:16,001[A ]| After death nothing is, and nothing, death: 114:16,002[A ]| The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. 114:16,003[A ]| Let the ambitious zealot lay aside 114:16,004[A ]| His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride; 114:16,005[A ]| Let slavish souls lay by$5$ their fear, 114:16,006[A ]| Nor be concerned which$6#1$ way nor where 114:16,007[A ]| After this life they shall be hurled. 114:16,008[A ]| Dead, we become the lumber of the world, 114:16,009[A ]| And to$4$ that$6#2$ mass of matter shall be swept 114:16,010[A ]| Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept. 114:16,011[A ]| Devouring time swallows us whole; 114:16,012[A ]| Impartial death confounds body and soul. 114:16,013[A ]| For$3$ Hell and the foul fiend that$6#1$ rules 114:16,014[A ]| God's everlasting fiery jails 114:16,015[A ]| (Devised by$4$ rogues, dreaded by$4$ fools), 114:16,016[A ]| With his grim, grisly dog that$6#1$ keeps the door, 114:16,017[A ]| Are senseless stories, idle tales, 114:16,018[A ]| Dreams, whimseys, and no$2$ more. 114:17,000[' ]| 114:17,001[A ]| Celia, the faithful servant you disown 114:17,002[A ]| Would, in$4$ obedience, keep his love unknown, 114:17,003[A ]| But bright ideas such as you inspire 114:17,004[A ]| We can no$2$ more conceal, than not admire. 114:17,005[A ]| My heart at home in$4$ my own breast did dwell 114:17,006[A ]| Like$4$ humble hermit in$4$ a peaceful cell; 114:17,007[A ]| Unknown and undisturbed it rested there, 114:17,008[A ]| Stranger alike to$4$ hope and to$4$ despair, 114:17,009[A ]| But Love's tumultuous train does now invade 114:17,010[A ]| The sacred quiet of this hallowed shade. 114:17,011[A ]| His fatal flames shine out to$4$ every eye 114:17,012[A ]| Like$4$ blazing comets in$4$ a winter's sky. 114:17,013[A ]| How can my passion merit your offence 114:17,014[A ]| That$6#1$ challenges so$5#1$ little recompense? 114:17,015[A ]| For$3$ I am one born only to$9$ admire; 114:17,016[A ]| Too humble ever to$9$ hope, scarce to$9$ desire; 114:17,017[A ]| A thing whose bliss depends upon$4$ your will$0$, 114:17,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ would be proud you would deign to$9$ use him ill. 114:17,019[A ]| Then give me leave to$9$ glory in$4$ my chain, 114:17,020[A ]| My fruitless sighs, and my unpitied pain. 114:17,021[A ]| Let me but ever love, and ever be 114:17,022[A ]| The example of your power and cruelty. 114:17,023[A ]| Since so$5#1$ much scorn does in$4$ your breast reside, 114:17,024[A ]| Be more indulgent to$4$ its mother, pride; 114:17,025[A ]| Kill all you strike, and trample on$4$ their graves, 114:17,026[A ]| But own the fates of your neglected slaves: 114:17,027[A ]| When in$4$ the crowd yours undistinguished lies, 114:17,028[A ]| You give away the triumph of your eyes. 114:17,029[A ]| Perhaps, obtaining this, you will$1$ think I find 114:17,030[A ]| More mercy than your anger has designed. 114:17,031[A ]| But Love has carefully contrived for$4$ me 114:17,032[A ]| The last perfection of misery, 114:17,033[A ]| For$3$ to$4$ my state those hopes of common peace 114:17,034[A ]| Which$6#1$ death affords to$4$ every wretch, must cease: 114:17,035[A ]| My worst of fates attends me in$4$ my grave 114:17,036[A ]| Since, dying, I must be no$2$ more your slave. 114:18,000[' ]| 114:18,001[A ]| All things submit themselves to$4$ your command, 114:18,002[A ]| Fair Celia, when it does not Love withstand; 114:18,003[A ]| The power it borrows from your eyes alone 114:18,004[A ]| All but the god must yield to$4$, who$6#1$ has none. 114:18,005[A ]| Were he not blind, such are the charms you have, 114:18,006[A ]| He would quit his godhead to$9$ become your slave, 114:18,007[A ]| Be proud to$9$ act a mortal hero's part, 114:18,008[A ]| And throw himself, for$4$ fame, on$4$ his own dart. 114:18,009[A ]| But fate has otherwise disposed of things, 114:18,010[A ]| In$4$ different bands subjecting slaves and kings: 114:18,011[A ]| Fettered in$4$ forms of royal state are they, 114:18,012[A ]| While we enjoy the freedom to$9$ obey. 114:18,013[A ]| That$6#1$ fate (like$4$ you, resistless) does ordain 114:18,014[A ]| To$4$ Love, that$3$ over beauty he shall reign. 114:18,015[A ]| By$4$ harmony the universe does move, 114:18,016[A ]| And what is harmony but mutual love? 114:18,017[A ]| Who$6#2$ would resist an empire so$5#1$ divine, 114:18,018[A ]| Which$6#1$ universal nature does enjoin? 114:18,019[A ]| See gentle brooks, how quietly they glide, 114:18,020[A ]| Kissing the rugged banks on$4$ either side, 114:18,021[A ]| While in$4$ their crystal streams at once they show, 114:18,022[A ]| And with them feed, the flowers which$6#1$ they bestow. 114:18,023[A ]| Though rudely thronged by$4$ a too-near embrace, 114:18,024[A ]| In$4$ gentle murmurs they keep on$4$ their pace 114:18,025[A ]| To$4$ their loved sea, for$3$ ev'n streams have desires: 114:18,026[A ]| Cool as they are, they feel Love's powerful fires, 114:18,027[A ]| And with such passion that$3$ if any force 114:18,028[A ]| Stop or molest them in$4$ their amorous course, 114:18,029[A ]| They swell with rage, break down and ravage over 114:18,030[A ]| The banks they kissed, the flowers they fed before. 114:18,031[A ]| Submit then, Celia, before you be reduced, 114:18,032[A ]| For$3$ rebels, vanquished once, are vilely used, 114:18,033[A ]| And such are you whenever you dare obey 114:18,034[A ]| Another passion, and your love betray. 114:18,035[A ]| You are Love's citadel; by$4$ you he reigns 114:18,036[A ]| And his proud empire over the world maintains. 114:18,037[A ]| He trusts you with his stratagems and arms: 114:18,038[A ]| His frowns, his smiles, and all his conquering charms. 114:18,039[A ]| Beauty is no$2$ more but the dead soil which$6#1$ Love 114:18,040[A ]| Manures, and does by$4$ wise commerce improve. 114:18,041[A ]| Sailing by$4$ sighs, through seas of tears he sends 114:18,042[A ]| Courtships from foreign hearts. For$4$ your own ends 114:18,043[A ]| Cherish the trade, for$3$ as with Indians we 114:18,044[A ]| Get gold and jewels for$4$ our trumpery, 114:18,045[A ]| So$3$ to$4$ each other, for$4$ their useless toys, 114:18,046[A ]| Lovers afford whole magazines of joys. 114:18,047[A ]| But if you are fond of baubles, be, and starve; 114:18,048[A ]| Your gewgaw reputation still preserve; 114:18,049[A ]| Live upon$4$ modesty and empty fame, 114:18,050[A ]| Forgoing sense for$4$ a fantastic name. 114:19,000[' ]| 114:19,001[B ]| I, John*Roberts, writ this same; 114:19,002[B ]| I pasted it, and plastered it, and put it in$4$ a frame 114:19,003[B ]| In$4$ honor of my master's master, King Charles the Second by$4$ name. 114:20,000[' ]| 114:20,001[A ]| A health to$4$ Kate! 114:20,002[A ]| Our sovereign's mate, 114:20,003[A ]| Of the royal house of Lisbon; 114:20,004[A ]| But the Devil take Hyde, 114:20,005[A ]| And the bishop beside 114:20,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ made her bone his bone. 114:21,000[' ]| 114:21,001[A ]| Lorraine you stole; by$4$ fraud you got Burgundy; 114:21,002[A ]| Flanders you bought; but, Gad! you will$1$ pay for$4$ it one day. 114:22,000[' ]| 114:22,001[A ]| And after singing Psalm the Twelfth, 114:22,002[A ]| He laid his book upon$4$ the shelf 114:22,003[A ]| And looked much simply like$4$ himself; 114:22,004[A ]| With eyes turned up$5$, as white as ghost, 114:22,005[A ]| He cried, 114:22,005@w | "Ah, Lard! ah, Lard of Hosts! 114:22,006[A ]| I am a rascal, that$6#2$ thou knowest!" 114:23,000[' ]| 114:23,000[' ]| 114:23,001[A ]| Sternhold and Hopkins had great qualms 114:23,002[A ]| When they translated David's psalms 114:23,003[A ]| To$9$ make the heart full glad; 114:23,004[A ]| But had it been poor David's fate 114:23,005[A ]| To$9$ hear thee sing, and them translate, 114:23,006[A ]| By$4$ God! it would have made him mad. 114:24,000[' ]| 114:24,001[A ]| I am, by$4$ fate, slave to$4$ your will$0$ 114:24,002[A ]| And shall be most obedient still. 114:24,003[A ]| To$9$ show my love, I will$1$ compose ye, 114:24,004[A ]| For$4$ your fair finger's ring, a posy, 114:24,005[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ shall be expressed my duty, 114:24,006[A ]| And how I will$1$ be forever true to$4$ ye. 114:24,007[A ]| With low-made legs and sugared speeches, 114:24,008[A ]| Yielding to$4$ your fair bum the breeches, 114:24,009[A ]| I will$1$ show myself, in$4$ all I can, 114:24,010[A ]| Your faithful, humble servant, 114:24,011[A ]| John. 114:25,000[' ]| 114:25,001[B ]| My Lord, 114:25,002[B ]| These are the gloves that$6#1$ I did mention 114:25,003[B ]| Last night, and it was with the intention 114:25,004[B ]| That$3$ you should give me thanks and wear them, 114:25,005[B ]| For$3$ I most willingly can spare them. 114:25,006[B ]| When you this packet first do see, 114:25,007@c | "Damn me!" 114:25,007[B ]| cry you, 114:25,007@c | "she has writ to$4$ me. 114:25,008@c | I had better be at Bretby still 114:25,009@c | Than troubled with love against my will$0$. 114:25,010@c | Besides, this is not all my sorrow: 114:25,011@c | She writ today, she will$1$ come tomorrow." 114:25,012[B ]| Then you consider the adventure 114:25,013[B ]| And think you never shall content her. 114:25,014[B ]| But when you do the inside see, 114:25,015[B ]| You will$1$ find things are but as they should be, 114:25,016[B ]| And that$3$ it is neither love nor passion, 114:25,017[B ]| But only for$4$ your recreation. 114:26,000[' ]| 114:26,001[A ]| Could I but make my wishes insolent, 114:26,002[A ]| And force some image of a false content! 114:26,003[A ]| But they, like$4$ me, bashful and humble grown, 114:26,004[A ]| Hover at distance about beauty's throne; 114:26,005[A ]| There worship and admire, and then they die 114:26,006[A ]| Daring no$2$ more lay hold of her than I. 114:26,007[A ]| Reason to$4$ worth bears a submissive spirit, 114:26,008[A ]| But fools can be familiar with merit. 114:26,009[A ]| Who$6#2$ but that$6#2$ blundering blockhead Pha+ethon 114:26,010[A ]| Could ever have thought to$9$ drive about the sun? 114:26,011[A ]| Just such another durst make love to$4$ you 114:26,012[A ]| Whom not ambition led, but dullness drew. 114:26,013[A ]| No$2$ amorous thought could his dull heart incline, 114:26,014[A ]| But he would have a passion, for$3$ it was fine! 114:26,015[A ]| That$6#2$, a new suit, and what he next must say 114:26,016[A ]| Runs in$4$ his idle head the livelong day. 114:26,017[A ]| Hard-hearted saint! since it is your will$0$ to$9$ be 114:26,018[A ]| So$5#1$ unrelenting pitiless to$4$ me, 114:26,019[A ]| Regardless of a love so$5#1$ many years 114:26,020[A ]| Preserved betwixt lingering hopes and awful fears 114:26,021[A ]| (Such fears in$4$ lovers' breasts high value claims, 114:26,022[A ]| And such expiring martyrs feel in$4$ flames; 114:26,023[A ]| My hopes yourself contrived, with cruel care, 114:26,024[A ]| Through gentle smiles to$9$ lead me to$4$ despair), 114:26,025[A ]| It is some relief, in$4$ my extreme distress, 114:26,026[A ]| My rival is below your power to$9$ bless. 114:27,000[' ]| 114:27,001[A ]| She yields, she yields! Pale Envy said amen: 114:27,002[A ]| The first of women to$4$ the last of men. 114:27,003[A ]| Just so$5#2$ those frailer beings, angels, fell; 114:27,004[A ]| There is no$2$ midway, it seems, betwixt heaven and hell. 114:27,005[A ]| Was it your end, in$4$ making her, to$9$ show 114:27,006[A ]| Things must be raised so$5#1$ high to$9$ fall so$5#1$ low? 114:27,007[A ]| Since her nor angels their own worth secures, 114:27,008[A ]| Look to$4$ it, gods! the next turn must be yours. 114:27,009[A ]| You who$6#1$ in$4$ careless scorn laughed at the ways 114:27,010[A ]| Of humble love, and called them rude essays, 114:27,011[A ]| Could you submit to$9$ let this heavy thing, 114:27,012[A ]| Artless and witless, no$2$ way meriting ... 114:28,000[' ]| 114:28,000[' ]| <1.> 114:28,001[A ]| Great Mother of Aeneas, and of Love; 114:28,002[A ]| Delight of mankind, and the powers above; 114:28,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ all beneath those sprinkled drops of light 114:28,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ slide upon$4$ the face of gloomy night, 114:28,005[A ]| Whither vast regions of that$6#2$ liquid world 114:28,006[A ]| Where groves of ships on$4$ watery hills are hurled, 114:28,007[A ]| Or fruitful earth, dost bless, since it is by$4$ thee 114:28,008[A ]| That$3$ all things live which$6#1$ the bright sun does see... 114:28,000[' ]| <2.> 114:28,009[A ]| The gods, by$4$ right of nature, must possess 114:28,010[A ]| An everlasting age of perfect peace; 114:28,011[A ]| Far off removed from us and our affairs; 114:28,012[A ]| Neither approached by$4$ dangers, or by$4$ cares; 114:28,013[A ]| Rich in$4$ themselves, to$4$ whom we can not add; 114:28,014[A ]| Not pleased by$4$ good deeds, nor provoked by$4$ bad. 114:29,000[' ]| 114:29,001[A ]| It is not that$3$ I am weary grown 114:29,002[A ]| Of being yours, and yours alone; 114:29,003[A ]| But with what face can I incline 114:29,004[A ]| To$9$ damn you to$9$ be only mine? 114:29,005[A ]| You, whom some kinder power did fashion, 114:29,006[A ]| By$4$ merit and by$4$ inclination, 114:29,007[A ]| The joy at least of one whole nation. 114:29,008[A ]| Let meaner spirits of your sex 114:29,009[A ]| With humbler aims their thoughts perplex, 114:29,010[A ]| And boast if by$4$ their arts they can 114:29,011[A ]| Contrive to$9$ make one happy man; 114:29,012[A ]| Whilst, moved by$4$ an impartial sense, 114:29,013[A ]| Favors like$4$ nature you dispense 114:29,014[A ]| With universal influence. 114:29,015[A ]| See, the kind seed-receiving earth 114:29,016[A ]| To$4$ every grain affords a birth. 114:29,017[A ]| On$4$ her no$2$ showers unwelcome fall; 114:29,018[A ]| Her willing womb retains them all. 114:29,019[A ]| And shall my Celia be confined? 114:29,020[A ]| No$7$! Live up$5$ to$4$ thy mighty mind, 114:29,021[A ]| And be the mistress of mankind. 114:30,000[' ]| 114:30,001[A ]| Too long the wise Commons have been in$4$ debate 114:30,002[A ]| About money and conscience, those trifles of state, 114:30,003[A ]| Whilst dangerous grievances daily increase, 114:30,004[A ]| And the subject can not riot in$4$ safety and peace; 114:30,005[A ]| Unless, as against Irish cattle before, 114:30,006[A ]| You now make an act to$9$ forbid Irish whore. 114:30,007[A ]| The coots black and white, Clanbrassill and Fox, 114:30,008[A ]| Invade us with impudence, beauty, and pox. 114:30,009[A ]| They carry a fate which$6#1$ no$2$ man can oppose: 114:30,010[A ]| The loss of his heart and the fall of his nose. 114:30,011[A ]| Should he dully resist, yet would each take upon$4$ her 114:30,012[A ]| To$9$ beseech him to$9$ do it, and engage him in$4$ honour. 114:30,013[A ]| O ye merciful powers who$6#1$ of mortals take care, 114:30,014[A ]| Make the women more modest, more sound, or less fair! 114:30,015[A ]| Is it just that$3$ with death cruel love should conspire, 114:30,016[A ]| And our tarses be burnt by$4$ our hearts taking fire? 114:30,017[A ]| There is an end of communion if humble believers 114:30,018[A ]| Must be damned in$4$ the cup like$4$ unworthy receivers. 114:31,000[' ]| 114:31,000[' ]| 114:31,001[B ]| Wit has of late took up$5$ a trick to$9$ appear 114:31,002[B ]| Unmannerly, or at the best severe, 114:31,003[B ]| And poets share the fate by$4$ which$6#1$ we fall 114:31,004[B ]| When kindly we attempt to$9$ please you all. 114:31,005[B ]| It is hard your scorn should against such prevail 114:31,006[B ]| Whose ends are to$9$ divert you, though they fail. 114:31,007[B ]| You men would think it an ill-natured jest 114:31,008[B ]| Should we laugh at you when you did your best. 114:31,009[B ]| Then rail not here, though you see reason for$4$ it: 114:31,010[B ]| If wit can find itself no$2$ better sport, 114:31,011[B ]| Wit is a very foolish thing at Court. 114:31,012[B ]| Wit's business is to$9$ please, and not to$9$ fright: 114:31,013[B ]| It is no$2$ wit to$9$ be always in$4$ the right; 114:31,014[B ]| You will$1$ find it none, who$6#1$ dare be so$5#2$ tonight. 114:31,015[B ]| Few so$5#1$ ill-bred will$1$ venture to$4$ a play 114:31,016[B ]| To$9$ spy out faults in$4$ what we women say. 114:31,017[B ]| For$4$ us, no$2$ matter what we speak, but how: 114:31,018[B ]| How kindly can we say, 114:31,018@x | "I hate you now!" 114:31,019[B ]| And for$4$ the men, if you will$1$ laugh at them, do: 114:31,020[B ]| They mind themselves so$5#1$ much, they will$1$ never mind you. 114:31,021[B ]| But why do I descend to$9$ lose a prayer 114:31,022[B ]| On$4$ those small saints in$4$ wit? The god sits \there\. 114:31,000[' ]| 114:31,023[B ]| To$4$ you, great sir, my message hither tends 114:31,024[B ]| From youth and beauty, your allies and friends. 114:31,025[B ]| See my credentials written in$4$ my face: 114:31,026[B ]| They challenge your protection in$4$ this place, 114:31,027[B ]| And hither come with such a force of charms 114:31,028[B ]| As may give check even to$4$ your prosperous arms. 114:31,029[B ]| Millions of cupids, hovering in$4$ the rear, 114:31,030[B ]| Like$4$ eagles following fatal troops appear, 114:31,031[B ]| All waiting for$4$ the slaughter which$6#1$ draws nigh 114:31,032[B ]| Of those bold gazers who$6#1$ this night must die; 114:31,033[B ]| Nor can you escape our soft captivity, 114:31,034[B ]| From which$6#1$ old age alone must set you free. 114:31,035[B ]| Then tremble at the fatal consequence, 114:31,036[B ]| Since it is well known, for$4$ your own part, great prince, 114:31,037[B ]| Against us you still have made a weak defence. 114:31,038[B ]| Be generous and wise, and take our part; 114:31,039[B ]| Remember we have eyes, and you a heart. 114:31,040[B ]| Else you may find, too late, that$3$ we are things 114:31,041[B ]| Born to$9$ kill vassals and to$9$ conquer kings. 114:31,042[B ]| But, oh! to$4$ what vain conquest I pretend 114:31,043[B ]| Whilst Love is our commander, and your friend. 114:31,044[B ]| Our victory your empire more assures, 114:31,045[B ]| For$3$ Love will$1$ ever make the triumph yours. 114:32,000[' ]| 114:32,000[' ]| 114:32,001[A ]| As charms are nonsense, nonsense seems a charm 114:32,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ hearers of all judgment does disarm, 114:32,003[A ]| For$3$ songs and scenes a double audience bring, 114:32,004[A ]| And doggerel takes which$6#1$ smiths in$4$ satin sing. 114:32,005[A ]| Now to$4$ machines and a dull masque you run, 114:32,006[A ]| We find that$3$ wit is the monster you would shun, 114:32,007[A ]| And by$4$ my troth, it is most discreetly done: 114:32,008[A ]| For$3$ since with vice and folly wit is fed, 114:32,009[A ]| Through mercy it is most of you are not dead. 114:32,010[A ]| Players turn puppets now at your desire: 114:32,011[A ]| In$4$ their mouths nonsense, in$4$ their tails a wire, 114:32,012[A ]| They fly through clouds of clouts and showers of fire. 114:32,013[A ]| A kind of losing loadum is their game, 114:32,014[A ]| Where the worst writer has the greatest fame. 114:32,015[A ]| To$9$ get vile plays like$4$ theirs shall be our care, 114:32,016[A ]| But of such awkward actors we despair. 114:32,017[A ]| False taught at first, 114:32,018[A ]| Like$4$ bowls ill-biased, still the more they run, 114:32,019[A ]| They are further off than when they first begun. 114:32,020[A ]| In$4$ comedy their unweighed action mark: 114:32,021[A ]| There is one is such a dear familiar spark 114:32,022[A ]| He yawns as if he were but half awake, 114:32,023[A ]| And fribbling for$4$ free speaking does mistake. 114:32,024[A ]| False accent and neglectful action too 114:32,025[A ]| They have both so$5#1$ nigh good, yet neither true, 114:32,026[A ]| That$3$ both together, like$4$ an ape's mock face, 114:32,027[A ]| By$4$ near resembling man do man disgrace. 114:32,028[A ]| Through-paced ill actors may perhaps be cured; 114:32,029[A ]| Half-players, like$4$ half-wits, can not be endured. 114:32,030[A ]| Yet these are they who$6#1$ durst expose the age 114:32,031[A ]| Of the great wonder of our English stage, 114:32,032[A ]| Whom nature seemed to$9$ form for$4$ your delight, 114:32,033[A ]| And bid him speak as she bid Shakespeare write. 114:32,034[A ]| Those blades indeed are cripples in$4$ their art ~~ 114:32,035[A ]| Mimic his foot, but not his speaking part. 114:32,036[A ]| Let them the*Traitor or Volpone try; 114:32,037[A ]| Could they 114:32,038[A ]| Rage like$4$ Cethegus, or like$4$ Cassius die, 114:32,039[A ]| They never had sent to$4$ Paris for$4$ such fancies 114:32,040[A ]| As monsters' heads and merry-andrews' dances. 114:32,041[A ]| Withered perhaps, not perished we appear, 114:32,042[A ]| But they were blighted, and never came to$9$ bear. 114:32,043[A ]| The old poets dressed your mistress wit before; 114:32,044[A ]| These draw you on$5$ with an old painted whore, 114:32,045[A ]| And sell, like$4$ bawds, patched plays for$4$ maids twice over. 114:32,046[A ]| Yet they may scorn our House and actors too, 114:32,047[A ]| Since they have swelled so$5#1$ high to$9$ hector you. 114:32,048[A ]| They cry, 114:32,048@x | "Pox on$4$ these Covent*Garden men! 114:32,049[A ]| Damn them, not one of them but keeps out ten. 114:32,050[A ]| Were they once gone, we for$4$ those thundering blades 114:32,051[A ]| Should have an audience of substantial trades, 114:32,052[A ]| Who$6#1$ love our muzzled boys and tearing fellows, 114:32,053[A ]| My lord, great Neptune, and Great nephew, Aeolus. 114:32,054[A ]| Oh, how the merry citizen is in$4$ love 114:32,055[A ]| With 114:32,056[A ]| Psyche, the goddess of each field and grove! 114:32,057[A ]| He cries, 114:32,057@w | "In$4$ faith, methinks it is well enough," 114:32,058[A ]| But you roar out and cry, 114:32,058@x | "It is all damned stuff!" 114:32,059[A ]| So$3$ to$4$ their House the graver fops repair, 114:32,060[A ]| While men of wit find one another here. 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,001[B ]| There sighs not on$4$ the plain 114:33,002[B ]| So$5#1$ lost a swain as I; 114:33,003[B ]| Scorched up$5$ with love, frozen with disdain, 114:33,004[B ]| Of killing sweetness I complain. 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,005[C ]| If it is Corinna, die. 114:33,006[C ]| Since first my dazzled eyes were thrown 114:33,007[C ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ bewitching face, 114:33,008[C ]| Like$4$ ruined birds robbed of their young, 114:33,009[C ]| Lamenting, frighted, and alone, 114:33,010[C ]| I fly from place to$4$ place. 114:33,011[C ]| Framed by$4$ some cruel powers above, 114:33,012[C ]| So$5#1$ nice she is, and fair, 114:33,013[C ]| None from undoing can remove 114:33,014[C ]| Since all who$6#1$ are not blind must love ~~ 114:33,015[C ]| Who$6#1$ are not vain, despair. 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,016[B ]| The gods no$2$ sooner give a grace 114:33,017[B ]| But, fond of their own art, 114:33,018[B ]| Severely jealous, ever place, 114:33,019[B ]| To$9$ guard the glories of a face, 114:33,020[B ]| A dragon in$4$ the heart. 114:33,021[B ]| Proud and ill-natured powers they are, 114:33,022[B ]| Who$6#1$, peevish to$4$ mankind, 114:33,023[B ]| For$4$ their own honour's sake, with care 114:33,024[B ]| Make a sweet form divinely fair, 114:33,025[B ]| And add a cruel mind. 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,026[C ]| Since she is insensible of love, 114:33,027[C ]| By$4$ honour taught to$9$ hate, 114:33,028[C ]| If we, forced by$4$ decrees above, 114:33,029[C ]| Must sensible to$4$ beauty prove, 114:33,030[C ]| How tyrannous is fate! 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,031[B ]| I to$4$ the nymph have never named 114:33,032[B ]| The cause of all my pain. 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,033[C ]| Such bashfulness may well be blamed, 114:33,034[C ]| For$3$ since to$9$ serve we are not ashamed, 114:33,035[C ]| Why should she blush to$9$ reign? 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,036[B ]| But if her haughty heart despise 114:33,037[B ]| My humble proffered one, 114:33,038[B ]| The just compassion she denies 114:33,039[B ]| I may obtain from other's eyes: 114:33,040[B ]| Hers are not fair alone. 114:33,041[B ]| Devouring flames require new food: 114:33,042[B ]| My heart is consumed almost; 114:33,043[B ]| New fires must kindle in$4$ her blood, 114:33,044[B ]| Or mine go out, and that$6#2$ is as good. 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,045[C ]| Wouldst live, when love is lost? 114:33,046[C ]| Be dead before thy passion dies, 114:33,047[C ]| For$3$ if thou shouldst survive, 114:33,048[C ]| What anguish would the heart surprise 114:33,049[C ]| To$9$ see her flames begin to$9$ rise, 114:33,050[C ]| And thine no$2$ more alive! 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,051[B ]| Rather, what pleasure should I meet, 114:33,052[B ]| In$4$ my triumphant scorn, 114:33,053[B ]| To$9$ see my tyrant at my feet 114:33,054[B ]| Whilst, taught by$4$ her, unmoved I sit, 114:33,055[B ]| A tyrant in$4$ my turn. 114:33,000[' ]| 114:33,056[C ]| Ungentle shepherd, cease, for$4$ shame! 114:33,057[C ]| Which$6#2$ way can you pretend 114:33,058[C ]| To$9$ merit so$5#1$ divine a flame, 114:33,059[C ]| Who$6#2$ to$4$ dull life make a mean claim 114:33,060[C ]| When love is at an end? 114:33,061[C ]| As trees are by$4$ their bark embraced, 114:33,062[C ]| Love to$4$ my soul doth cling; 114:33,063[C ]| When, torn by$4$ the herd's greedy taste, 114:33,064[C ]| The injured plants feel they are defaced, 114:33,065[C ]| They wither in$4$ the spring. 114:33,066[C ]| My rifled love would soon retire, 114:33,067[C ]| Dissolving into air, 114:33,068[C ]| Should I that$6#2$ nymph cease to$9$ admire, 114:33,069[C ]| Blest in$4$ whose arms I will$1$ expire, 114:33,070[C ]| Or at her feet despair. 114:34,000[' ]| 114:34,001[C ]| What vain, unnecessary things are men! 114:34,002[C ]| How well we do without them! Tell me, then, 114:34,003[C ]| Whence comes that$6#2$ mean submissiveness we find 114:34,004[C ]| This ill-bred age has wrought on$4$ womankind? 114:34,005[C ]| Fallen from the rights their sex and beauties gave 114:34,006[C ]| To$9$ make men wish, despair, and humbly crave, 114:34,007[C ]| Now it will$1$ suffice if they vouchsafe to$9$ have. 114:34,008[C ]| To$4$ the Pall*Mall, playhouse, and the drawing room, 114:34,009[C ]| Their women-fairs, these women-coursers come 114:34,010[C ]| To$9$ chaffer, choose, and ride their bargains home. 114:34,011[C ]| At the appearance of an unknown face, 114:34,012[C ]| Up$5$ steps the arrogant, pretending ass, 114:34,013[C ]| Pulling by$4$ the elbow his companion Huff, 114:34,014[C ]| Cries, 114:34,014@w | "Look! de God, that$6#2$ wench is well enough: 114:34,015@w | Fair and well-shaped, good lips and teeth, it will$1$ do; 114:34,016@w | She shall be tawdry for$4$ a month or two 114:34,000@w | At my expense, be rude and take upon$4$ her, 114:34,017@w | Show her contempt of quality and honour, 114:34,018@w | And, with the general fate of errant woman, 114:34,019@w | Be very proud awhile, then very common." 114:34,020[C ]| Before bear this scorn, I would be shut up$5$ at home, 114:34,021[C ]| Content with humouring myself alone; 114:34,022[C ]| Force back the humble love of former days 114:34,023[C ]| In$4$ pensive madrigals and ends of plays, 114:34,024[C ]| When, if my lady frowned, the unhappy knight 114:34,025[C ]| Was fain to$9$ fast and lie alone that$6#2$ night. 114:34,026[C ]| But whilst the insulting wife the breeches wore, 114:34,027[C ]| The husband took her clothes to$9$ give his ~~ , 114:34,028[C ]| Who$6#1$ now maintains it with a gentler art: 114:34,029[C ]| Thus tyrannies to$4$ commonwealths convert. 114:34,030[C ]| Then, after all, you find, whatever we say, 114:34,031[C ]| Things must go on$5$ in$4$ their lewd natural way. 114:34,032[C ]| Besides, the beastly men, we daily see, 114:34,033[C ]| Can please themselves alone as well as we. 114:34,034[C ]| Therefore, kind ladies of the town, to$4$ you 114:34,035[C ]| For$4$ our stolen ravished men we hereby sue. 114:34,036[C ]| By$4$ this time you have found out, we suppose, 114:34,037[C ]| That$3$ they are as arrant tinsel as their clothes: 114:34,038[C ]| Poor broken properties, that$6#1$ can not serve 114:34,039[C ]| To$9$ treat such persons so$5#2$ as they deserve. 114:34,040[C ]| Mistake us not, we do not here pretend 114:34,041[C ]| That$3$, like$4$ the young sparks, you can condescend 114:34,042[C ]| To$9$ love a beastly playhouse creature. Foh! 114:34,043[C ]| We dare not think so$5#1$ meanly of you. No$7$, 114:34,044[C ]| It is not the player pleases, but the part: 114:34,045[C ]| She may like$1$ Rollo who$6#1$ despises Hart. 114:34,046[C ]| To$4$ theatres, as temples, you are brought, 114:34,047[C ]| Where Love is worshipped, and his precepts taught. 114:34,048[C ]| You must go home and practice, for$3$ it is here 114:34,049[C ]| Just as in$4$ other preaching places, where 114:34,050[C ]| Great eloquence is shown against sin and papists 114:34,051[C ]| By$4$ men who$6#1$ live idolaters and atheists. 114:34,052[C ]| These two were dainty trades indeed, could each 114:34,053[C ]| Live up$5$ to$4$ half the miracles they teach; 114:34,054[C ]| Both are a ~~ 114:35,000[' ]| 114:35,001[A ]| Naked she lay, clasped in$4$ my longing arms, 114:35,002[A ]| I filled with love, and she all over charms; 114:35,003[A ]| Both equally inspired with eager fire, 114:35,004[A ]| Melting through kindness, flaming in$4$ desire. 114:35,005[A ]| With arms, legs, lips close clinging to$9$ embrace, 114:35,006[A ]| She clips me to$4$ her breast, and sucks me to$4$ her face. 114:35,007[A ]| Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser lightning, played 114:35,008[A ]| Within my mouth, and to$4$ my thoughts conveyed 114:35,009[A ]| Swift orders that$3$ I should prepare to$9$ throw 114:35,010[A ]| The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. 114:35,011[A ]| My fluttering soul, sprung with the pointed kiss, 114:35,012[A ]| Hangs hovering over her balmy brinks of bliss. 114:35,013[A ]| But whilst her busy hand would guide that$6#2$ part 114:35,014[A ]| Which$6#1$ should convey my soul up$5$ to$4$ her heart, 114:35,015[A ]| In$4$ liquid raptures I dissolve all over, 114:35,016[A ]| Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore. 114:35,017[A ]| A touch from any part of her had done it: 114:35,018[A ]| Her hand, her foot, her very look is a cunt. 114:35,019[A ]| Smiling, she chides in$4$ a kind murmuring noise, 114:35,020[A ]| And from her body wipes the clammy joys, 114:35,021[A ]| When, with a thousand kisses wandering over 114:35,022[A ]| My panting bosom, 114:35,022@v | "Is there then no$2$ more?" 114:35,023[A ]| She cries. 114:35,023@v | "All this to$4$ love and rapture is due; 114:35,024@v | Must we not pay a debt to$4$ pleasure too?" 114:35,025[A ]| But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive, 114:35,026[A ]| To$9$ show my wished obedience vainly strive: 114:35,027[A ]| I sigh, alas! and kiss, but can not swive. 114:35,028[A ]| Eager desires confound my first intent, 114:35,029[A ]| Succeeding shame does more success prevent, 114:35,030[A ]| And rage at last confirms me impotent. 114:35,031[A ]| Even her fair hand, which$6#1$ might bid heat return 114:35,032[A ]| To$4$ frozen age, and make cold hermits burn, 114:35,033[A ]| Applied to$4$ my dead cinder, warms no$2$ more 114:35,034[A ]| Than fire to$4$ ashes could past flames restore. 114:35,035[A ]| Trembling, confused, despairing, limber, dry, 114:35,036[A ]| A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I lie. 114:35,037[A ]| This dart of love, whose piercing point, oft tried, 114:35,038[A ]| With virgin blood ten thousand maids have died; 114:35,039[A ]| Which$6#1$ nature still directed with such art 114:35,040[A ]| That$3$ it through every cunt reached every heart ~~ 114:35,041[A ]| Stiffly resolved, it would carelessly invade 114:35,042[A ]| Woman or man, nor ought its fury stayed: 114:35,043[A ]| Wherever it pierced, a cunt it found or made ~~ 114:35,044[A ]| Now languid lies in$4$ this unhappy hour, 114:35,045[A ]| Shrunk up$5$ and sapless like$4$ a withered flower. 114:35,046[A ]| Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, 114:35,047[A ]| False to$4$ my passion, fatal to$4$ my fame, 114:35,048[A ]| Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove 114:35,049[A ]| So$5#1$ true to$4$ lewdness, so$5#1$ untrue to$4$ love? 114:35,050[A ]| What oyster-cinder-beggar-common whore 114:35,051[A ]| Didst thou ever fail in$4$ all thy life before? 114:35,052[A ]| When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way, 114:35,053[A ]| With what officious haste dost thou obey! 114:35,054[A ]| Like$4$ a rude, roaring hector in$4$ the streets 114:35,055[A ]| Who$6#1$ scuffles, cuffs, and justles all he meets, 114:35,056[A ]| But if his King or country claim his aid, 114:35,057[A ]| The rakehell villain shrinks and hides his head; 114:35,058[A ]| Even so$5#2$ thy brutal valor is displayed, 114:35,059[A ]| Breaks every stew, does each small whore invade, 114:35,060[A ]| But when great Love the onset does command, 114:35,061[A ]| Base recreant to$4$ thy prince, thou darest not stand. 114:35,062[A ]| Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most, 114:35,063[A ]| Through all the town a common fucking post, 114:35,064[A ]| On$4$ whom each whore relieves her tingling cunt 114:35,065[A ]| As hogs on$4$ gates do rub themselves and grunt, 114:35,066[A ]| Mayst thou to$4$ ravenous chancres be a prey, 114:35,067[A ]| Or in$4$ consuming weepings waste away; 114:35,068[A ]| May strangury and stone thy days attend; 114:35,069[A ]| Mayst thou never piss, who$6#1$ didst refuse to$9$ spend 114:35,070[A ]| When all my joys did on$4$ false thee depend. 114:35,071[A ]| And may ten thousand abler pricks agree 114:35,072[A ]| To$9$ do the wronged Corinna right for$4$ thee. 114:36,000[' ]| 114:36,001[A ]| In$4$ the isle of Britain, long since famous grown 114:36,002[A ]| For$4$ breeding the best cunts in$4$ Christendom, 114:36,003[A ]| There reigns, and oh! long may he reign and thrive, 114:36,004[A ]| The easiest King and best-bred man alive. 114:36,005[A ]| Him no$2$ ambition moves to$9$ get renown 114:36,006[A ]| Like$4$ the French fool, that$6#1$ wanders up$5$ and down 114:36,007[A ]| Starving his people, hazarding his crown. 114:36,008[A ]| Peace is his aim, his gentleness is such, 114:36,009[A ]| And love he loves, for$3$ he loves fucking much. 114:36,010[A ]| Nor are his desires above his strength: 114:36,011[A ]| His sceptre and his prick are of a length; 114:36,012[A ]| And she may sway the one who$6#1$ plays with the other, 114:36,013[A ]| And make him little wiser than his brother. 114:36,014[A ]| Poor prince! thy prick, like$4$ thy buffoons at Court, 114:36,015[A ]| Will$1$ govern thee because it makes thee sport. 114:36,016[A ]| It is sure the sauciest prick that$6#1$ ever did swive, 114:36,017[A ]| The proudest, peremptoriest prick alive. 114:36,018[A ]| Though safety, law, religion, life lay on$4$ it, 114:36,019[A ]| It would break through all to$9$ make its way to$4$ cunt. 114:36,020[A ]| Restless he rolls about from whore to$4$ whore, 114:36,021[A ]| A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. 114:36,022[A ]| To$4$ Carwell, the most dear of all his dears, 114:36,023[A ]| The best relief of his declining years, 114:36,024[A ]| Oft he bewails his fortune, and her fate: 114:36,025[A ]| To$9$ love so$5#1$ well, and be beloved so$5#1$ late. 114:36,026[A ]| For$3$ though he in$4$ her settles well his tarse, 114:36,027[A ]| Yet his dull, graceless ballocks hang an arse. 114:36,028[A ]| This you would believe, had I but time to$9$ tell ye 114:36,029[A ]| The pains it costs to$4$ poor, laborious Nelly, 114:36,030[A ]| Whilst she employs hands, fingers, mouth and thighs, 114:36,031[A ]| Before she can raise the member she enjoys. 114:36,032[A ]| All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on$4$, 114:36,033[A ]| From the hector of France to$4$ the cully of Britain. 114:36,000[' ]| 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,001[C ]| Prithee now, fond fool, give over. 114:37,002[C ]| Since my heart is gone before, 114:37,003[C ]| To$4$ what purpose should I stay? 114:37,004[C ]| Love commands another way. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,005[B ]| Perjured swain, I knew the time 114:37,006[B ]| When dissembling was your crime; 114:37,007[B ]| In$4$ pity now employ that$6#2$ art 114:37,008[B ]| Which$6#1$ first betrayed, to$9$ ease my heart. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,009[C ]| Women can with pleasure feign; 114:37,010[C ]| Men dissemble still with pain. 114:37,011[C ]| What advantage will$1$ it prove 114:37,012[C ]| If I lie, who$6#2$ can not love? 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,013[B ]| Tell me, then, the reason why 114:37,014[B ]| Love from hearts in$4$ love does fly; 114:37,015[B ]| Why the bird will$1$ build a nest 114:37,016[B ]| Where he never intends to$9$ rest? 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,017[C ]| Love, like$4$ other little boys, 114:37,018[C ]| Cries for$4$ hearts, as they for$4$ toys ~~ 114:37,019[C ]| Which$6#1$, when gained, in$4$ childish play 114:37,020[C ]| Wantonly are thrown away. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,021[B ]| Still on$4$ wing, or on$4$ his knees, 114:37,022[B ]| Love does nothing by$4$ degrees: 114:37,023[B ]| Basely flying when most prized, 114:37,024[B ]| Meanly fawning when despised, 114:37,025[B ]| Flattering or insulting ever, 114:37,026[B ]| Generous and grateful never. 114:37,027[B ]| All his joys are fleeting dreams, 114:37,028[B ]| All his woes severe extremes. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,029[C ]| Nymph, unjustly you inveigh: 114:37,030[C ]| Love, like$4$ us, must fate obey. 114:37,031[C ]| Since it is nature's law to$9$ change, 114:37,032[C ]| Constancy alone is strange. 114:37,033[C ]| See the heavens in$4$ lightnings break, 114:37,034[C ]| Next in$4$ storms of thunder speak, 114:37,035[C ]| Till a kind rain from above 114:37,036[C ]| Makes a calm ~~ so$5#2$ it is in$4$ love. 114:37,037[C ]| Flames begin our first address; 114:37,038[C ]| Like$4$ meeting thunder we embrace; 114:37,039[C ]| Then, you know, the showers that$6#1$ fall 114:37,040[C ]| Quench the fire, and quiet all. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,041[B ]| How should I these showers forget? 114:37,042[B ]| It was so$5#1$ pleasant to$9$ be wet! 114:37,043[B ]| They killed love, I knew it well: 114:37,044[B ]| I died all the while they fell. 114:37,045[B ]| Say, at least, what nymph it is 114:37,046[B ]| Robs my breast of so$5#1$ much bliss! 114:37,047[B ]| If she is fair, I shall be eased: 114:37,048[B ]| Through my ruin you will$1$ be pleased. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,049[C ]| Daphne never was so$5#1$ fair, 114:37,050[C ]| Strephon scarcely so$5#1$ sincere: 114:37,051[C ]| Gentle, innocent, and free, 114:37,052[C ]| Ever pleased with only me. 114:37,053[C ]| Many charms my heart enthral, 114:37,054[C ]| But there is one above them all: 114:37,055[C ]| With aversion she does fly 114:37,056[C ]| Tedious, trading constancy. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,057[B ]| Cruel shepherd, I submit: 114:37,058[B ]| Do what love and you think fit. 114:37,059[B ]| Change is fate, and not design; 114:37,060[B ]| Say you would have still been mine. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,061[C ]| Nymph, I can not; it is too true, 114:37,062[C ]| Change has greater charms than you. 114:37,063[C ]| Be by$4$ my example wise: 114:37,064[C ]| Faith to$4$ pleasure sacrifice. 114:37,000[' ]| 114:37,065[B ]| Silly swain, I will$1$ have you know 114:37,066[B ]| It was my practice long ago. 114:37,067[B ]| Whilst you vainly thought me true, 114:37,068[B ]| I was false in$4$ scorn of you. 114:37,069[B ]| By$4$ my tears, my heart's disguise, 114:37,070[B ]| I thy love and thee despise. 114:37,071[B ]| Womankind more joy discovers 114:37,072[B ]| Making fools, than keeping lovers. 115:01,000@@@@@| 115:01,000[' ]| 115:01,000[' ]| 115:01,001[A ]| Virtue's triumphant shrine! who$6#1$ dost engage 115:01,002[A ]| At once three kingdoms in$4$ a pilgrimage; 115:01,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ ecstatic duty strive to$9$ come 115:01,004[A ]| Out of themselves, as well as from their home; 115:01,005[A ]| Whilst England grows one camp, and London is 115:01,006[A ]| Itself the nation, not metropolis, 115:01,007[A ]| And loyal Kent renews her arts again, 115:01,008[A ]| Fencing her ways with moving groves of men; 115:01,009[A ]| Forgive this distant homage, which$6#1$ doth meet 115:01,010[A ]| Your blest approach on$4$ sedentary feet; 115:01,011[A ]| And though my youth, not patient yet to$9$ bear 115:01,012[A ]| The weight of arms, denies me to$9$ appear 115:01,013[A ]| In$4$ steel before you, yet, Great Sir, approve 115:01,014[A ]| My manly wishes, and more vigorous love; 115:01,015[A ]| In$4$ whom a cold respect were treason to$4$ 115:01,016[A ]| A father's ashes, greater than to$4$ you; 115:01,017[A ]| Whose one ambition it is for$4$ to$9$ be known, 115:01,018[A ]| By$4$ daring loyalty, your Wilmot's son. 115:02,000[' ]| 115:02,001[A ]| 115:02,002[A ]| Respite, great Queen, your just and hasty fears: 115:02,003[A ]| There is no$2$ infection lodges in$4$ our tears. 115:02,004[A ]| Though our unhappy air be armed with death, 115:02,005[A ]| Yet sighs have an untainted, guiltless breath. 115:02,006[A ]| O stay awhile, and teach your equal skill 115:02,007[A ]| To$9$ understand and to$9$ support our ill. 115:02,008[A ]| You that$6#1$ in$4$ mighty wrongs an age have spent, 115:02,009[A ]| And seem to$9$ have outlived even banishment; 115:02,010[A ]| Whom traitorous mischief sought its earliest prey 115:02,011[A ]| When unto sacred blood it made its way, 115:02,012[A ]| And thereby did its black design impart 115:02,013[A ]| To$9$ take his head, that$6#1$ wounded first his heart; 115:02,014[A ]| You that$6#1$ unmoved great Charles his ruin stood, 115:02,015[A ]| When that$3$ three nations sunk beneath the load; 115:02,016[A ]| Then a young daughter lost, yet balsam found 115:02,017[A ]| To$9$ stanch that$6#2$ new and freshly bleeding wound, 115:02,018[A ]| And after this, with fixed and steady eyes, 115:02,019[A ]| Beheld your noble Gloucester's obsequies, 115:02,020[A ]| And then sustained the royal princess' fall: 115:02,021[A ]| You only can lament her funeral. 115:02,022[A ]| But you will$1$ hence remove, and leave behind 115:02,023[A ]| Our sad complaints, lost in$4$ the empty wind ~~ 115:02,024[A ]| Those winds that$6#1$ bid you stay, and loudly roar 115:02,025[A ]| Destruction, and drive back unto the shore. 115:02,026[A ]| Shipwreck to$4$ safety, and the envy fly 115:02,027[A ]| Of sharing in$4$ this scene of tragedy, 115:02,028[A ]| Whilst sickness, from whose rage you post away, 115:02,029[A ]| Relents, and only now contrives your stay. 115:02,030[A ]| The lately fatal and infectious ill 115:02,031[A ]| Courts the fair princess, and forgets to$9$ kill. 115:02,032[A ]| In$4$ vain on$4$ fevers curses we dispense, 115:02,033[A ]| And vent our passions' angry eloquence. 115:02,034[A ]| In$4$ vain we blast the ministers of fate, 115:02,035[A ]| And the forlorn physicians imprecate; 115:02,036[A ]| Say they to$4$ death new poisons add, and fire; 115:02,037[A ]| Murder securely for$4$ reward and hire; 115:02,038[A ]| Art's basilisks, that$6#1$ kill whomever they see, 115:02,039[A ]| And truly write bills of mortality; 115:02,040[A ]| Who$6#1$, lest the bleeding corpse should them betray, 115:02,041[A ]| First drain those vital speaking streams away. 115:02,042[A ]| And will$1$ you by$4$ your flight take part with these? 115:02,043[A ]| Become yourself a third and new disease? 115:02,044[A ]| If they have caused our loss, then so$5#2$ have you, 115:02,045[A ]| Who$6#1$ take yourself and the fair princess too. 115:02,046[A ]| For$3$ we, deprived, an equal damage have 115:02,047[A ]| When France doth ravish hence, as when the grave, 115:02,048[A ]| But that$3$ your choice the unkindness doth improve 115:02,049[A ]| And dereliction adds unto remove. 115:03,000[' ]| 115:03,001[A ]| Trust not that$6#2$ thing called woman: she is worse 115:03,002[A ]| Than all ingredients crammed into a curse. 115:03,003[A ]| Were she but ugly, peevish, proud, a whore, 115:03,004[A ]| Poxed, painted, perjured, so$3$ she were no$2$ more, 115:03,005[A ]| I could forgive her, and connive at this, 115:03,006[A ]| Alleging still she but a woman is. 115:03,007[A ]| But she is worse: in$4$ time she will$1$ forestall 115:03,008[A ]| The Devil, and be the damning of us all. 115:04,000[' ]| 115:04,001[A ]| Out of mere love and arrant devotion, 115:04,002[A ]| Of marriage I will$1$ give you this galloping notion. 115:04,003[A ]| It is the bane of all business, the end of all pleasure, 115:04,004[A ]| The consumption of wit, youth, virtue, and treasure. 115:04,005[A ]| It is the rack of our thoughts, the nightmare of sleep, 115:04,006[A ]| That$6#1$ sets us to$9$ work before the day peep. 115:04,007[A ]| It makes us make brick without stubble or straw, 115:04,008[A ]| And a cunt has no$2$ sense of conscience or law. 115:04,009[A ]| If you needs must have flesh, take the way that$6#1$ is noble: 115:04,010[A ]| In$4$ a generous wench there is nothing of trouble. 115:04,011[A ]| You come on$5$, you come off ~~ say, do what you please ~~ 115:04,012[A ]| And the worst you can fear is but a disease, 115:04,013[A ]| And diseases, you know, will$1$ admit of a cure, 115:04,014[A ]| But the hell-fire of marriage none can endure. 115:05,000[' ]| 115:05,000[' ]| 115:05,001[B ]| Injurious charmer of my vanquished heart, 115:05,002[B ]| Canst thou feel love, and yet no$2$ pity know? 115:05,003[B ]| Since of myself from thee I can not part, 115:05,004[B ]| Invent some gentle way to$9$ let me go. 115:05,005[B ]| For$3$ what with joy thou didst obtain, 115:05,006[B ]| And I with more did give, 115:05,007[B ]| In$4$ time will$1$ make thee false and vain, 115:05,008[B ]| And me unfit to$9$ live. 115:05,000[' ]| 115:05,009[C ]| Frail angel, that$6#1$ wouldst leave a heart forlorn 115:05,010[C ]| With vain pretence falsehood therein might lie, 115:05,011[C ]| Seek not to$9$ cast wild shadows over your scorn: 115:05,012[C ]| You can not sooner change than I can die. 115:05,013[C ]| To$4$ tedious life I will$1$ never fall, 115:05,014[C ]| Thrown from thy dear, loved breast; 115:05,015[C ]| He merits not to$9$ live at all 115:05,016[C ]| Who$6#1$ cares to$9$ live unblest. 115:05,000[' ]| 115:05,017[D ]| Then let our flaming hearts be joined 115:05,018[D ]| While in$4$ that$6#2$ sacred fire; 115:05,019[D ]| Before thou prove false, or I unkind, 115:05,020[D ]| Together both expire. 115:06,000[' ]| 115:06,001[A ]| Poet, whoever thou art, God damn thee; 115:06,002[A ]| Go hang thyself, and burn thy Mariamne. 115:07,000[' ]| 115:07,001[A ]| If Rome can pardon sins, as Romans hold, 115:07,002[A ]| And if those pardons can be bought and sold, 115:07,003[A ]| It were no$2$ sin to$9$ adore and worship gold. 115:07,004[A ]| If they can purchase pardons with a sum 115:07,005[A ]| For$4$ sins they may commit in$4$ time to$9$ come, 115:07,006[A ]| And for$4$ sins past, it is very well for$4$ Rome. 115:07,007[A ]| At this rate they are happiest that$6#1$ have most: 115:07,008[A ]| They will$1$ purchase heaven at their own proper cost. 115:07,009[A ]| Alas, the poor! All that$6#1$ are so$5#2$ are lost. 115:07,010[A ]| Whence came this knack, or when did it begin? 115:07,011[A ]| What author have they, or who$6#1$ brought it in$5$? 115:07,012[A ]| Did Christ ever keep a customhouse for$4$ sin? 115:07,013[A ]| Some subtle devil, without more ado, 115:07,014[A ]| Did certainly this sly invention brew 115:07,015[A ]| To$9$ gull them of their souls and money too.