401:01,000@@@@@| 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,001[' ]| Happy, great prince! and so$5#1$ much happier thou 401:01,002[' ]| In$4$ that$3$ thou thine own happiness didst know! 401:01,003[' ]| Happy, who$6#1$ was content with what thy wish enjoyed, 401:01,004[' ]| Nor valuedst this ~~ what the whole world could boast beside. 401:01,005[' ]| Restless ambition ne'er usurped thy mind, 401:01,006[' ]| To$9$ vex thy pleasures, and disturb mankind: 401:01,007[' ]| With gallant height of soul, thou didst condemn 401:01,008[' ]| That$6#2$ bauble honour, and that$6#2$ gewgaw fame, 401:01,009[' ]| And all the undershrievalties of life not worth a name! 401:01,010[' ]| With wiser choice, thy judgement placed aright 401:01,011[' ]| In$4$ cunt its noble innocent delight: 401:01,012[' ]| Cunt was the star that$6#1$ ruled thy fate, 401:01,013[' ]| Cunt thy sole business, and affair of state, 401:01,014[' ]| And cunt the only field to$9$ make thee great: 401:01,015[' ]| Cunt thy whole life's fair centre was, whither did bend 401:01,016[' ]| All thy designs, and all thy lines of empire tend: 401:01,017[' ]| And cunt the sure unerring card, 401:01,018[' ]| Which$6#1$, placed at helm, the mighty vessel and its motion steered. 401:01,019[' ]| Some saucy pedants, and historians, idly rail, 401:01,020[' ]| And thee effeminate unjustly call: 401:01,021[' ]| How ill to$4$ him do they that$6#2$ title give, 401:01,022[' ]| Who$6#1$ burned himself, rather than be debarred to$9$ swive? 401:01,023[' ]| Much of thy ancestors they fondly prate, 401:01,024[' ]| By$4$ boasted conquests, and rude war made great: 401:01,025[' ]| Of Nimrod, Ninus, and Semiramis they tell; 401:01,026[' ]| Mean heroes, who$6#1$ could only fight, and vanquish well: 401:01,027[' ]| How to$9$ gain empire did their thoughts and swords employ, 401:01,028[' ]| Which$6#1$ it was thy nobler talent to$9$ enjoy. 401:01,029[' ]| They now are dust, as well as thou, 401:01,030[' ]| Of life, and all its joys, bereft, 401:01,031[' ]| And nothing but their empty memories left, 401:01,032[' ]| An happiness which$6#1$ thou enjoyest too; 401:01,033[' ]| For$3$ thine as lasting in$4$ the register of fame shall be: 401:01,034[' ]| And where in$4$ fame does the vast difference lie, 401:01,035[' ]| To$9$ have fought, or fucked for$4$ universal monarchy? 401:01,036[' ]| Methinks I see thee now in$4$ full Seraglio stand, 401:01,037[' ]| With love's great sceptre in$4$ thy hand, 401:01,038[' ]| And over all its spacious realm thy power extend: 401:01,039[' ]| Ten thousand maids lie prostrate at thy feet, 401:01,040[' ]| Ready thy pintle's high commands to$9$ meet; 401:01,041[' ]| All cunts of honour, some of queenly breed, 401:01,042[' ]| That$6#1$ come to$9$ be anointed with thy royal seed. 401:01,043[' ]| Here eunuchs, thy wise privy counsellors, debate 401:01,044[' ]| In$4$ close cabals, affairs of greatest weight, 401:01,045[' ]| Of Pego's conquests, and its deep intrigues of state: 401:01,046[' ]| Plenipotentiaries of great cunt, they here 401:01,047[' ]| Ambassages of high importance bear: 401:01,048[' ]| Each day of new alliances they come to$9$ treat, 401:01,049[' ]| And for$4$ thy gracious audience duly wait, 401:01,050[' ]| From eastern Ganges, to$4$ the Egyptian clime 401:01,051[' ]| Where Nile its courses has at certain time 401:01,052[' ]| And daubs the fields with filthy mud, and menstruous slime. 401:01,053[' ]| Far as wide nature spreads her thighs, 401:01,054[' ]| Thy tarse's vast dominion lies: 401:01,055[' ]| All womankind acknowledge its great sway, 401:01,056[' ]| And all to$4$ its large treasury their tribute pay, 401:01,057[' ]| Pay custom of their unprohibited commodities. 401:01,058[' ]| No$2$ glorious beauties, which$6#1$ profess the trade, 401:01,059[' ]| Here find their noble services unpaid; 401:01,060[' ]| Vast heaps of gold, and piles of gems lie by$5$, 401:01,061[' ]| To$9$ recompence industrious lechery. 401:01,062[' ]| One earns a province with an artful kiss; 401:01,063[' ]| Another justly merits subsidies, 401:01,064[' ]| At whose blessed touch imperial Pego does vouchsafe to$9$ rise: 401:01,065[' ]| But happy she, and most of all rewarded is, 401:01,066[' ]| Who$6#1$ ever can invent new motions to$9$ advance the bliss. 401:01,067[' ]| All this thou dost with such wise managery bestow, 401:01,068[' ]| As does at once thy bounty and discretion show: 401:01,069[' ]| Nor dost thou e'er withhold thy liberality, 401:01,070[' ]| Nor ever drain the vast exchequer of thy lechery. 401:01,071[' ]| Thus didst thou spend thy days in$4$ blessed retreat, 401:01,072[' ]| Free from the trouble, and impertinence of state; 401:01,073[' ]| Exempt from all the vain anxiety and fear 401:01,074[' ]| Which$6#1$ other sceptred wretches wear: 401:01,075[' ]| None of the rabble's mutinies and jars, 401:01,076[' ]| Or senseless grievances e'er reached thine ears. 401:01,077[' ]| Still were they shut to$4$ all complaints, but those of love; 401:01,078[' ]| All, but the soft remonstrances of the alcove. 401:01,079[' ]| In$4$ vain the railing satires of the age 401:01,080[' ]| Attacked thee with poetic rage 401:01,081[' ]| They spread their loose lampoons in$4$ vain, 401:01,082[' ]| And with lewd wit thy sacred pintle did profane: 401:01,083[' ]| With kingly gallantry they still were borne, 401:01,084[' ]| And still despised with generous scorn: 401:01,085[' ]| Nor did it more avail 401:01,086[' ]| That$3$ babbling oracles thy ruin did foretell, 401:01,087[' ]| And boding fools pretended treachery reveal: 401:01,088[' ]| Secure of danger, death, and hell, 401:01,089[' ]| Pego within kept awful and regardless state, 401:01,090[' ]| And smiled at all the terrors of approaching fate. 401:01,091[' ]| Malicious rebels idly did contrive 401:01,092[' ]| To$9$ stop thy course of pleasure, idly did they strive 401:01,093[' ]| To$9$ abridge thy sovereign prick's prerogative: 401:01,094[' ]| In$4$ vain they did essay 401:01,095[' ]| Unjustly to$9$ depose it from its rightful sway: 401:01,096[' ]| In$4$ vain they urged the impudent pretence 401:01,097[' ]| Of laws, and liberties, in$4$ their defence, 401:01,098[' ]| When thou that$6#2$ royal standard didst advance: 401:01,099[' ]| Thrice didst thou conquer in$4$ thy pintle's cause, 401:01,100[' ]| Thrice didst thou put to$4$ flight thy vanquished foes; 401:01,101[' ]| Till Fate grew envious at thy happiness, 401:01,102[' ]| Revolted, and withdrew success, 401:01,103[' ]| And did at last the unjuster side espouse. 401:01,104[' ]| What loyal subject could forbear 401:01,105[' ]| To$9$ curse the partial gods, and spiteful stars, 401:01,106[' ]| When by$4$ their treachery thou abandoned were, 401:01,107[' ]| The bravest cause, and bravest prince, that$6#1$ ever drew a tarse? 401:01,108[' ]| Yet could not all their influence, or malignant force, 401:01,109[' ]| From thy great purpose thee divorce: 401:01,110[' ]| Fates, do your worst, saidst thou, 401:01,111[' ]| Our prick shall reign in$4$ spite of you: 401:01,112[' ]| Not all your heaven shall bribe me from delight, 401:01,113[' ]| Nor all your thunder from my pleasure fright. 401:01,114[' ]| Sink nations, kingdoms perish, empire fall, 401:01,115[' ]| One thrust in$4$ charming cunt shall overbalance all. 401:01,116[' ]| If I must die, clasping my joys I will$1$ go, 401:01,117[' ]| And boldly swive my passage to$4$ the shades below: 401:01,118[' ]| And through all ages, all posterity, 401:01,119[' ]| This my sole glory shall recorded be; 401:01,120[' ]| No$2$ monarch ever fucked, or died like$4$ me. 401:01,121[' ]| Great was the bold resolve, and firm as fate it stood; 401:01,122[' ]| And quick as thought, thou didst thy mighty words make good: 401:01,123[' ]| At thy command, in$4$ inner palace-yard, 401:01,124[' ]| A pompous pile was straight magnificently reared. 401:01,125[' ]| Of costly cedar were the pillars made, 401:01,126[' ]| Their shafts with lust's mosaic curiously inlaid: 401:01,127[' ]| Their chapiters, with well carved freeze and cornice graced, 401:01,128[' ]| Bore gaping cunts, with bossy pintles interlaced; 401:01,129[' ]| The architraves were all of unctuous pine, 401:01,130[' ]| Whose lecherous trunk spends clammy turpentine, 401:01,131[' ]| Much famed of old, for$4$ use on$4$ Hymen's night, 401:01,132[' ]| That$6#1$ served the lover to$4$ his joys to$9$ light: 401:01,133[' ]| In$4$ modern times more famed, and better known 401:01,134[' ]| For$4$ virtue of its celebrated gum, 401:01,135[' ]| For$4$ cure of amorous hurts in$4$ high renown, 401:01,136[' ]| And well approved by$4$ all experienced pricks in$4$ Christendom. 401:01,137[' ]| Atop, a hundred golden beds were spread; 401:01,138[' ]| All conscious marks of thy great prowess bore, 401:01,139[' ]| All dyed a thousand times in$4$ maiden gore, 401:01,140[' ]| Which$6#1$ thy victorious lance in$4$ many a fierce campaign had shed. 401:01,141[' ]| Around the walls, in$4$ distant arches placed, 401:01,142[' ]| Stood statues of thy glorious punks deceased. 401:01,143[' ]| In$4$ picture by$5$, the brave achievements of thy tarse, 401:01,144[' ]| Which$6#1$ poets had recorded in$4$ immortal verse: 401:01,145[' ]| Lust's gaudy pageants, whose each lively scene 401:01,146[' ]| Showed the choice artist's mastery and design 401:01,147[' ]| And far surpassed the wit of modern Aretine. 401:01,148[' ]| And over all, displayed, and waving to$4$ the sun, 401:01,149[' ]| Thy royal arms, Priapus Rampant, was in$4$ banner hung. 401:01,150[' ]| Thither, intent on$4$ thy great end, 401:01,151[' ]| Thou didst with awful majesty ascend; 401:01,152[' ]| Where in$4$ the midst, on$4$ glorious bed of state, 401:01,153[' ]| A princely maid for$4$ thy approach did wait: 401:01,154[' ]| Stretched out the willing virgin lay, unbound, 401:01,155[' ]| Ready from thy kind stroke to$9$ meet the gentle wound. 401:01,156[' ]| An hundred more on$4$ the surrounding beds lay by$5$, 401:01,157[' ]| All gallant venturers in$4$ thy destiny: 401:01,158[' ]| And of thy race as many princes too, 401:01,159[' ]| To$9$ attend thy fate, their loyalty and duty show. 401:01,160[' ]| By$4$ order now, at the loud trumpet's call, 401:01,161[' ]| The starting pricks at once strive for$4$ the goal; 401:01,162[' ]| All press, all act, what ever mortal strength can do, 401:01,163[' ]| But none their mighty sovereign outgo. 401:01,164[' ]| When thus in$4$ state thou hadst fucked awhile, 401:01,165[' ]| With dauntless look, and a regardless smile, 401:01,166[' ]| Thou badst them fire the sacred pile: 401:01,167[' ]| See, great Priapus, didst thou cry, 401:01,168[' ]| Behold thy zealous votary, 401:01,169[' ]| Behold the mighty hecatombs he offers thee! 401:01,170[' ]| Much more thou woudst have said; but the ascending smoke 401:01,171[' ]| Broke off thy prayer and did its utterance choke. 401:01,172[' ]| Devouring flames did straight succeed, 401:01,173[' ]| And now thy lust's strange fireworks played: 401:01,174[' ]| Here, glowing cunt, with flaming beard, 401:01,175[' ]| Like$4$ blazing meteor appeared; 401:01,176[' ]| There, pintle, squirting fiery streams, 401:01,177[' ]| Like$4$ lighted flambeau, spending flames. 401:01,178[' ]| Thus lechery's great martyr, revelling in$4$ fire, 401:01,179[' ]| At every pore dripping out scalding lust, 401:01,180[' ]| With all thy strength collected in$4$ one thrust 401:01,181[' ]| At gaping cunt, thou didst give up$5$ thy mighty ghost, 401:01,182[' ]| And 'midst a glorious heap of burning cunts expire.