401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,001[' ]| Happy, great prince! and so much happier thou 401:01,002[' ]| In that thou thine own happiness didst know! 401:01,003[' ]| Happy, who 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 vex thy pleasures, and disturb mankind: 401:01,007[' ]| With gallant height of soul, thou didst condemn 401:01,008[' ]| That bauble honour, and that 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 cunt its noble innocent delight: 401:01,012[' ]| Cunt was the star that ruled thy fate, 401:01,013[' ]| Cunt thy sole business, and affair of state, 401:01,014[' ]| And cunt the only field to 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, 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 him do they that title give, 401:01,022[' ]| Who burned himself, rather than be debarred to swive? 401:01,023[' ]| Much of thy ancestors they fondly prate, 401:01,024[' ]| By boasted conquests, and rude war made great: 401:01,025[' ]| Of Nimrod, Ninus, and Semiramis they tell; 401:01,026[' ]| Mean heroes, who could only fight, and vanquish well: 401:01,027[' ]| How to gain empire did their thoughts and swords employ, 401:01,028[' ]| Which 'twas thy nobler talent to 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 thou enjoyest too; 401:01,033[' ]| For thine as lasting in the register of fame shall be: 401:01,034[' ]| And where in fame does the vast difference lie, 401:01,035[' ]| T'have fought, or fucked for universal monarchy? 401:01,036[' ]| Methinks I see thee now in full Seraglio stand, 401:01,037[' ]| With love's great sceptre in 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 meet; 401:01,041[' ]| All cunts of honour, some of queenly breed, 401:01,042[' ]| That come to be anointed with thy royal seed. 401:01,043[' ]| Here eunuchs, thy wise privy counsellors, debate 401:01,044[' ]| In 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 treat, 401:01,049[' ]| And for thy gracious audience duly wait, 401:01,050[' ]| From eastern Ganges, to th'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 its large treasury their tribute pay, 401:01,057[' ]| Pay custom of their unprohibited commodities. 401:01,058[' ]| No glorious beauties, which 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, 401:01,061[' ]| To 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 rise: 401:01,065[' ]| But happy she, and most of all rewarded is, 401:01,066[' ]| Who ever can invent new motions to 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 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 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 all complaints, but those of love; 401:01,078[' ]| All, but the soft remonstrances of the alcove. 401:01,079[' ]| In vain the railing satires of the age 401:01,080[' ]| Attacked thee with poetic rage 401:01,081[' ]| They spread their loose lampoons in 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 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 stop thy course of pleasure, idly did they strive 401:01,093[' ]| T'abridge thy sovereign prick's prerogative: 401:01,094[' ]| In vain they did essay 401:01,095[' ]| Unjustly to depose it from its rightful sway: 401:01,096[' ]| In vain they urged the impudent pretence 401:01,097[' ]| Of laws, and liberties, in their defence, 401:01,098[' ]| When thou that royal standard didst advance: 401:01,099[' ]| Thrice didst thou conquer in thy pintle's cause, 401:01,100[' ]| Thrice didst thou put to 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 th'unjuster side espouse. 401:01,104[' ]| What loyal subject could forbear 401:01,105[' ]| To curse the partial gods, and spiteful stars, 401:01,106[' ]| When by their treachery thou abandoned were, 401:01,107[' ]| The bravest cause, and bravest prince, that 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[A ]| Fates, do your worst, 401:01,110[' ]| saidst thou, 401:01,111[A ]| Our prick shall reign in spite of you: 401:01,112[A ]| Not all your heaven shall bribe me from delight, 401:01,113[A ]| Nor all your thunder from my pleasure fright. 401:01,114[A ]| Sink nations, kingdoms perish, empire fall, 401:01,115[A ]| One thrust in charming cunt shall overbalance all. 401:01,116[A ]| If I must die, clasping my joys I'll go, 401:01,117[A ]| And boldly swive my passage to the shades below: 401:01,118[A ]| And through all ages, all posterity, 401:01,119[A ]| This my sole glory shall recorded be; 401:01,120[A ]| No monarch ever fucked, or died like 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 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 use on Hymen's night, 401:01,132[' ]| That served the lover to his joys to light: 401:01,133[' ]| In modern times more famed, and better known 401:01,134[' ]| For virtue of its celebrated gum, 401:01,135[' ]| For cure of amorous hurts in high renown, 401:01,136[' ]| And well approved by all experienced pricks in 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 maiden gore, 401:01,140[' ]| Which thy victorious lance in many a fierce campaign had shed. 401:01,141[' ]| Around the walls, in distant arches placed, 401:01,142[' ]| Stood statues of thy glorious punks deceased. 401:01,143[' ]| In picture by, the brave achievements of thy tarse, 401:01,144[' ]| Which poets had recorded in 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 the sun, 401:01,149[' ]| Thy royal arms, Priapus Rampant, was in banner hung. 401:01,150[' ]| Thither, intent on thy great end, 401:01,151[' ]| Thou didst with awful majesty ascend; 401:01,152[' ]| Where in the midst, on glorious bed of state, 401:01,153[' ]| A princely maid for thy approach did wait: 401:01,154[' ]| Stretched out the willing virgin lay, unbound, 401:01,155[' ]| Ready from thy kind stroke to meet the gentle wound. 401:01,156[' ]| An hundred more on the surrounding beds lay by, 401:01,157[' ]| All gallant venturers in thy destiny: 401:01,158[' ]| And of thy race as many princes too, 401:01,159[' ]| T'attend thy fate, their loyalty and duty show. 401:01,160[' ]| By order now, at the loud trumpet's call, 401:01,161[' ]| The starting pricks at once strive for 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 state thou'dst fucked awhile, 401:01,165[' ]| With dauntless look, and a regardless smile, 401:01,166[' ]| Thou badst 'em 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 blazing meteor appeared; 401:01,176[' ]| There, pintle, squirting fiery streams, 401:01,177[' ]| Like lighted flambeau, spending flames. 401:01,178[' ]| Thus lechery's great martyr, revelling in fire, 401:01,179[' ]| At every pore dripping out scalding lust, 401:01,180[' ]| With all thy strength collected in one thrust 401:01,181[' ]| At gaping cunt, thou didst give up thy mighty ghost, 401:01,182[' ]| And 'midst a glorious heap of burning cunts expire.