081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000[' ]| 081:00,000@@@@@| 081:01,000[' ]| 081:01,001[A ]| Tarugo gave us wonder and delight 081:01,002[A ]| When he obliged the world by$4$ candlelight; 081:01,003[A ]| But now he has ventured on$4$ the face of day 081:01,004[A ]| To$9$ oblige and serve his friends a nobler way, 081:01,005[A ]| Make all our old men wits, statesmen the young 081:01,006[A ]| And teach even Englishmen the English tongue. 081:01,007[A ]| James, on$4$ whose reign all peaceful stars did smile, 081:01,008[A ]| Did but attempt the uniting of our isle. 081:01,009[A ]| What kings and nature only could design 081:01,010[A ]| Shall be accomplished by$4$ this work of thine. 081:01,011[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ is such a cockney in$4$ his heart, 081:01,012[A ]| Proud of the plenty of the southern part, 081:01,013[A ]| To$9$ scorn that$6#2$ union by$4$ which$6#1$ he may 081:01,014[A ]| Boast it was his countryman that$6#1$ writ this play? 081:01,015[A ]| Phoebus himself, indulgent to$4$ thy muse, 081:01,016[A ]| Has to$4$ thy country sent this kind excuse: 081:01,017@b | "Fair northern lass, it is not through neglect 081:01,018@b | I court thee at a distance, but respect. 081:01,019@b | I can not act, my passion is so$5#1$ great, 081:01,020@b | But I will$1$ make up$5$ in$4$ light what wants in$4$ heat. 081:01,021@b | On$4$ these I will$1$ bestow my longest days 081:01,022@b | And crown thy sons with everlasting bays. 081:01,023@b | My beams that$6#1$ reach thee shall employ their powers 081:01,024@b | To$9$ ripen souls of men, not fruits or flowers. 081:01,025@b | Let warmer climes my fading favours boast: 081:01,026@b | Poets and stars shine brightest in$4$ thy frost. 081:02,000[' ]| 081:02,000[' ]| 081:02,001[A ]| Come on$5$, ye critics, find one fault who$6#1$ dare, 081:02,002[A ]| For$3$, read it backward, like$4$ a witch's prayer, 081:02,003[A ]| It will$1$ do as well: throw not away your jests 081:02,004[A ]| On$4$ solid nonsense that$6#1$ abides all tests. 081:02,005[A ]| Wit, like$4$ tierce claret, when it begins to$9$ pall, 081:02,006[A ]| Neglected lies, and is of no$2$ use at all; 081:02,007[A ]| But in$4$ its full perfection of decay 081:02,008[A ]| Turns vinegar and comes again in$4$ play. 081:02,009[A ]| This simile shall stand in$4$ thy defence 081:02,010[A ]| Against such dull rogues as now and then write sense. 081:02,011[A ]| He lies, dear Ned, who$6#1$ says thy brain is barren, 081:02,012[A ]| Where deep conceits, like$4$ vermin, breed in$4$ carrion. 081:02,013[A ]| Thou hast a brain, such as thou hast, indeed ~~ 081:02,014[A ]| On$4$ what else should thy worm of fancy feed? 081:02,015[A ]| Yet in$4$ a filbert I have often known 081:02,016[A ]| Maggots survive when all the kernel is gone. 081:02,017[A ]| Thy style is the same whatever be the theme, 081:02,018[A ]| As some digestions turn all meat to$4$ phlegm. 081:02,019[A ]| Thy stumbling, foundered jade can trot as high 081:02,020[A ]| As any other Pegasus can fly. 081:02,021[A ]| As skilful divers to$4$ the bottom fall 081:02,022[A ]| Sooner than those that$6#1$ can not swim at all, 081:02,023[A ]| So$3$ in$4$ this way of writing without thinking 081:02,024[A ]| Thou hast a strange alacrity in$4$ sinking. 081:02,025[A ]| Thou writest below even thy own natural parts 081:02,026[A ]| And with acquired dullness and new arts 081:02,027[A ]| Of studied nonsense takest kind readers' hearts. 081:02,028[A ]| So$3$ the dull eel moves nimbler in$4$ the mud 081:02,029[A ]| Than all the swift-finned racers of the flood. 081:02,030[A ]| Therefore, dear Ned, at my advice forebear 081:02,031[A ]| Such loud complaints against critics to$9$ prefer, 081:02,032[A ]| Since thou art turned an arrant libeller. 081:02,033[A ]| Thou settest thy name to$4$ what thyself dost write: 081:02,034[A ]| Did ever libel yet so$5#1$ sharply bite? 081:03,000[' ]| 081:03,001[A ]| Many have been the vain attempts of wit 081:03,002[A ]| Against the still prevailing hypocrite. 081:03,003[A ]| Once, and but once, a poet got the day 081:03,004[A ]| And vanquished Busy in$4$ a puppet play. 081:03,005[A ]| But Busy, rallying, armed with zeal and rage, 081:03,006[A ]| Possessed the pulpit and pulled down the stage. 081:03,007[A ]| To$9$ laugh at English knaves is dangerous then, 081:03,008[A ]| Whilst English fools will$1$ think them honest men. 081:03,009[A ]| But sure no$2$ zealous rabbi will$1$ deny us 081:03,010[A ]| Free leave to$9$ act our Monsieur*Ananias. 081:03,011[A ]| A man may say without being thought an atheist 081:03,012[A ]| There are damned rogues amongst the French and Papist 081:03,013[A ]| That$6#1$ fix salvation in$4$ short bands and hair, 081:03,014[A ]| That$6#1$ belch and snuffle to$9$ prolong a prayer, 081:03,015[A ]| That$6#1$ use "enjoy the creature" to$9$ express 081:03,016[A ]| Plain whoring, gluttony and drunkenness; 081:03,017[A ]| And in$4$ a decent way perform them too, 081:03,018[A ]| As well, nay better far, alas, than you 081:03,019[A ]| Whose fleshly failings are but fornication ~~ 081:03,020[A ]| We godly phrase it "gospel propagation", 081:03,021[A ]| Just as rebellion was called reformation. 081:03,022[A ]| Though zeal stand sentry at the gate of sin, 081:03,023[A ]| Yet all that$6#1$ have the word pass freely in$5$: 081:03,024[A ]| Silent and in$4$ the dark for$4$ fear of spies 081:03,025[A ]| We march and take damnation by$4$ surprise. 081:03,026[A ]| There is not a roaring blade about the town 081:03,027[A ]| Can go so$5#1$ far towards hell for$4$ half a crown 081:03,028[A ]| As I for$4$ sixpence, because I know the way: 081:03,029[A ]| For$4$ want of guides, men are too apt to$9$ stray. 081:03,030[A ]| Therefore give ear to$4$ what I shall advise: 081:03,031[A ]| Let every married man that$6#1$ is rich and wise 081:03,032[A ]| Take a Tartuffe of known ability 081:03,033[A ]| To$9$ teach and to$9$ increase his family, 081:03,034[A ]| Who$6#1$ may to$9$ settle lasting reformation 081:03,035[A ]| First get his son, then give him education. 081:04,000[' ]| 081:04,001[A ]| Courage, dear Moll, and drive away despair. 081:04,002[A ]| Mopsa, who$6#1$ in$4$ her youth was scarce thought fair, 081:04,003[A ]| In$4$ spite of age, experience, and decays, 081:04,004[A ]| Sets up$5$ for$4$ charming in$4$ her fading days; 081:04,005[A ]| Snuffs her dim eyes to$9$ give one parting blow, 081:04,006[A ]| Have at the heart of every ogling beau! 081:04,007[A ]| This goodly goose, all feathered like$4$ a jay, 081:04,008[A ]| So$5#1$ gravely vain and so$5#1$ demurely gay, 081:04,009[A ]| Last night, to$9$ grace the court, did overload 081:04,010[A ]| Her bald, buff forehead with a high commode. 081:04,011[A ]| Her steps were managed with such tender art, 081:04,012[A ]| As if each board had been a lover's heart. 081:04,013[A ]| In$4$ all her air, in$4$ every glance, was seen 081:04,014[A ]| A mixture strange, between fifty and fifteen. 081:04,015[A ]| Crowds of admiring fops about her press; 081:04,016[A ]| Hampden himself delivers their address, 081:04,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ she accepting with a nice disdain, 081:04,018[A ]| Owns them her subjects and begins to$9$ reign. 081:04,019[A ]| Fair Queen of Fopland is her royal style ~~ 081:04,020[A ]| Fopland, the greatest part of this great isle! 081:04,021[A ]| Nature did never more equally divide 081:04,022[A ]| A female heart between piety and pride. 081:04,023[A ]| Her watchful maids prevent the peep of day 081:04,024[A ]| And all in$4$ order on$4$ her toilet lay 081:04,025[A ]| Prayer books and patch box, sermon notes and paint, 081:04,026[A ]| At once to$9$ improve the sinner and the saint. 081:04,027[A ]| Farewell, friend Moll: expect no$2$ more from me; 081:04,028[A ]| But if you would a full description seel 081:04,029[A ]| You will$1$ find her somewhere in$4$ the litany 081:04,030[A ]| With pride, vainglory and hypocrisy. 081:05,000[' ]| 081:05,001[A ]| The youth whose fortune the vast globe obeyed, 081:05,002[A ]| Finding his royal enemy betrayed 081:05,003[A ]| And in$4$ his chariot by$4$ vile hands oppressed, 081:05,004[A ]| With noble pity and just rage possessed, 081:05,005[A ]| Wept at the fall of so$5#1$ sublime a state 081:05,006[A ]| And with the traitor's death revenged the fate 081:05,007[A ]| Of monarchy profaned; so$3$ acted too 081:05,008[A ]| The generous Caesar when the Roman knew 081:05,009[A ]| A coward king had treacherously slain 081:05,010[A ]| One he scarce foiled on$4$ the Pharsalian plain. 081:05,011[A ]| The doom of his famed rival he bemoaned 081:05,012[A ]| And the base author of the crime dethroned. 081:05,013[A ]| So$5#1$ virtuous was the actions of the great, 081:05,014[A ]| Far from the guilty acts of desperate hate: 081:05,015[A ]| They knew no$2$ foe, but in$4$ the open field, 081:05,016[A ]| And to$4$ their cause and to$4$ their gods appealed. 081:05,017[A ]| So$3$ William acts, and if his rivals dare 081:05,018[A ]| Dispute his right by$4$ arms, he will$1$ meet them there 081:05,019[A ]| Where Jove, as once on$4$ Ida, holds the scale 081:05,020[A ]| And lets the good, the just, the brave prevail. 081:06,000[' ]| 081:06,001[A ]| Phyllis, though your powerful charms 081:06,002[A ]| Have forced me from my Celia's arms, 081:06,003[A ]| That$6#2$ sure defence against all powers 081:06,004[A ]| But those relentless eyes of yours, 081:06,005[A ]| Think not your conquest to$9$ maintain 081:06,006[A ]| By$4$ rigour or unjust disdain. 081:06,007[A ]| In$4$ vain, fair nymph, in$4$ vain you strive 081:06,008[A ]| For$3$ love does seldom hope survive; 081:06,009[A ]| My heart may languish for$4$ a time, 081:06,010[A ]| While all your glories in$4$ their prime 081:06,011[A ]| May justify such cruelty 081:06,012[A ]| By$4$ the same force that$6#1$ conquered me. 081:06,013[A ]| When age shall come, at whose command 081:06,014[A ]| Those troops of beauties must disband, 081:06,015[A ]| A tyrant's strength once took away, 081:06,016[A ]| What slave so$5#1$ dull as to$9$ obey? 081:06,017[A ]| Those threatening dangers to$9$ remove, 081:06,018[A ]| Make me believe at least you love; 081:06,019[A ]| Dissemble well and by$4$ that$6#2$ art 081:06,020[A ]| Preserve and govern well my heart. 081:06,021[A ]| But if you will$1$ choose another way 081:06,022[A ]| To$9$ save your empire from decay, 081:06,023[A ]| O then forever fix your throne: 081:06,024[A ]| Be kind, but kind to$4$ me alone. 081:07,000[' ]| 081:07,001[A ]| At noon in$4$ a sunshiny day 081:07,002[A ]| The brightest lady of the May, 081:07,003[A ]| Young Chloris innocent and gay, 081:07,004[A ]| Sat knotting in$4$ a shade. 081:07,005[A ]| Each slender finger played its part 081:07,006[A ]| With such activity and art 081:07,007[A ]| As would inflame a youthful heart 081:07,008[A ]| And warm the most decayed. 081:07,009[A ]| Her favourite swain by$4$ chance came by$5$, 081:07,010[A ]| No$2$ sight could better please her eye; 081:07,011[A ]| Yet when the bashful boy drew nigh 081:07,012[A ]| She would have seemed afraid. 081:07,013[A ]| She let her ivory needle fall, 081:07,014[A ]| And hurled away the twisted ball, 081:07,015[A ]| But straight gave Strephon such a call 081:07,016[A ]| As would have raised the dead. 081:07,017@c | Dear gentle youth, is it none but thee 081:07,018@c | With innocence I dare be free; 081:07,019@c | By$4$ so$5#1$ much trust and modesty 081:07,020@c | No$2$ nymph was ever betrayed. 081:07,021@c | Come lean the head upon$4$ my lap, 081:07,022@c | While thy smooth cheeks I stroke and clap; 081:07,023@c | Thou mayst securely take a nap: 081:07,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ he, poor fool obeyed. 081:07,025[A ]| She saw him yawn and heard him snore, 081:07,026[A ]| And found him fast asleep all over. 081:07,027[A ]| She sighed, and could endure no$2$ more, 081:07,028[A ]| But starting up$5$ she said. 081:07,029@c | Such virtue shall rewarded be: 081:07,030@c | For$4$ this, thy dull fidelity, 081:07,031@c | I will$1$ trust thee with my flocks, not me, 081:07,032@c | Pursue thy grazing trade. 081:07,033@c | Go milk thy goats, and shear thy sheep, 081:07,034@c | And watch all night thy flocks to$9$ keep; 081:07,035@c | Thou shall no$2$ more be lulled asleep 081:07,036@c | By$4$ me, mistaken maid. 081:08,000[' ]| 081:08,001[A ]| Phyllis, for$4$ shame let us improve 081:08,002[A ]| A thousand several ways 081:08,003[A ]| These few short minutes stolen by$4$ love 081:08,004[A ]| From many tedious days. 081:08,005[A ]| Whilst you want courage to$9$ despise 081:08,006[A ]| The censure of the grave, 081:08,007[A ]| For$4$ all the tyrants in$4$ your eyes 081:08,008[A ]| Your heart is but a slave. 081:08,009[A ]| My love is full of noble pride 081:08,010[A ]| And never will$1$ submit 081:08,011[A ]| To$9$ let that$6#2$ fop discretion, ride 081:08,012[A ]| In$4$ triumph over it. 081:08,013[A ]| False friends I have, as well as you, 081:08,014[A ]| Who$6#1$ daily counsel me 081:08,015[A ]| Fame and ambition to$9$ pursue, 081:08,016[A ]| And leave off loving thee. 081:08,017[A ]| When I the least belief bestow 081:08,018[A ]| On$4$ what such fools advise, 081:08,019[A ]| May I be dull enough to$9$ grow 081:08,020[A ]| Most miserably wise. 081:09,000[' ]| 081:09,001[A ]| May the ambitious ever find 081:09,002[A ]| Rewards in$4$ crowds and noise, 081:09,003[A ]| Whilst gentle love does fill my mind 081:09,004[A ]| With silent, real joys. 081:09,005[A ]| May fools and knaves grow rich and great, 081:09,006[A ]| And the world think them wise, 081:09,007[A ]| Whilst I lie dying at her feet, 081:09,008[A ]| And all that$6#2$ world despise. 081:09,009[A ]| Let conquering kings new trophies raise, 081:09,010[A ]| And melt in$4$ court delights: 081:09,011[A ]| Her eyes can give me brighter days, 081:09,012[A ]| Her arms much softer nights. 081:10,000[' ]| 081:10,001[A ]| Phyllis the fairest of love's foes, 081:10,002[A ]| Yet fiercer than a dragon; 081:10,003[A ]| Phyllis that$6#1$ scorned the powdered beaux 081:10,004[A ]| What has she now to$9$ brag on$4$? 081:10,005[A ]| Since while she kept her legs so$5#1$ close, 081:10,006[A ]| Her breech had scarce a rag on$5$. 081:10,007[A ]| Compelled by$4$ want, this wretched maid 081:10,008[A ]| Did sad complaints begin, 081:10,009[A ]| Which$6#1$ surly Strephon hearing said 081:10,010[A ]| It was both shame and sin 081:10,011[A ]| To$9$ pity such a lazy jade 081:10,012[A ]| That$6#1$ would neither kiss nor spin. 081:11,000[' ]| 081:11,001[A ]| Methinks the Poor Town has been troubled too long 081:11,002[A ]| With Phillis and Cloris in$4$ every Song; 081:11,003[A ]| By$4$ fools, who$6#1$ at once can both love and despair, 081:11,004[A ]| And will$1$ never leave calling them cruel and fair; 081:11,005[A ]| Which$6#1$ justly provokes me, in$4$ rhyme, to$9$ express 081:11,006[A ]| The truth that$6#1$ I know of bonny Black Bess. 081:11,007[A ]| This Bess of my Heart, this Bess of my soul, 081:11,008[A ]| Has a skin white as milk, and hair black as coal; 081:11,009[A ]| She is plump, yet with ease you may span round her waist, 081:11,010[A ]| But her round swelling thighs can scarce be embraced: 081:11,011[A ]| Her belly is soft, not a word of the rest, 081:11,012[A ]| But I know what I think when I drink to$4$ the Best. 081:11,013[A ]| The ploughman and squire, the erranter clown, 081:11,014[A ]| At home she subdued in$4$ her paragon pown; 081:11,015[A ]| But now she adorns the boxes and pit, 081:11,016[A ]| And the proudest town gallants are forced to$9$ submit; 081:11,017[A ]| All hearts fall a*leaping wherever she comes, 081:11,018[A ]| And beat day and night, like$4$ my Lord*Craven's drums. 081:11,019[A ]| I dare not permit her to$9$ come to$4$ Whitehall, 081:11,020[A ]| For$3$ she would out-shine the ladies, paint, jewels, and all; 081:11,021[A ]| If a lord should but whisper his love in$4$ the crowd, 081:11,022[A ]| She would sell him a bargain, and laugh out aloud; 081:11,023[A ]| Then the Queen overhearing what Betty did say, 081:11,024[A ]| Would send Mr*Roper to$9$ take her away. 081:11,025[A ]| But to$4$ these that$6#1$ have had my dear Bess in$4$ their arms, 081:11,026[A ]| She is gentle, and knows how to$9$ soften her charms; 081:11,027[A ]| And to$4$ every beauty can add a new grace, 081:11,028[A ]| Having learned how to$9$ lisp, and to$9$ trip in$4$ her pace; 081:11,029[A ]| And with head on$4$ one side, and a languishing eye, 081:11,030[A ]| To$9$ kill us by$4$ looking, as if she would die. 081:12,000[' ]| 081:12,001[A ]| Dreaming last night on$4$ Mrs*Farley, 081:12,002[A ]| My prick was up$5$ this morning early; 081:12,003[A ]| And I was fain without my gown 081:12,004[A ]| To$9$ rise in$4$ the cold to$9$ get him down. 081:12,005[A ]| Hard shift, alas, but yet a sure. 081:12,006[A ]| Although it be no$2$ pleasing cure. 081:12,007[A ]| Of old the fair Egyptian slattern, 081:12,008[A ]| For$4$ luxury that$6#1$ had no$2$ pattern, 081:12,009[A ]| To$9$ fortify her Roman swinger. 081:12,010[A ]| Instead of nutmeg, mace and ginger, 081:12,011[A ]| Did spice his bowels (as story tells) 081:12,012[A ]| With warts of rocks and spawn of shells. 081:12,013[A ]| It had been happy for$4$ her grace 081:12,014[A ]| Had I been in$4$ the rascal's place; 081:12,015[A ]| I, who$6#1$ do scorn that$3$ any stone 081:12,016[A ]| Should raise my pintle but my own, 081:12,017[A ]| Had laid her down on$4$ every couch 081:12,018[A ]| And saved her pearl and diamond brooch, 081:12,019[A ]| Until her hot-tailed Majesty, 081:12,020[A ]| Being happily reclaimed by$4$ me, 081:12,021[A ]| From all her wild expensive ways, 081:12,022[A ]| Had worn her gems on$4$ holidays, 081:12,023[A ]| But since her cunt has long done itching 081:12,024[A ]| Let us discourse of modern bitching. 081:12,025[A ]| I must entreat you by$4$ this letter, 081:12,026[A ]| To$9$ inquire for$4$ whores, the more the better. 081:12,027[A ]| Hunger makes any man a glutton; 081:12,028[A ]| If Roberts, Thomas. Mrs*Dutton, 081:12,029[A ]| Or any other bawds of note 081:12,030[A ]| Inform of a fresh petticoat, 081:12,031[A ]| Inquire, I pray, with friendly care 081:12,032[A ]| Where their respective lodgings are. 081:12,033[A ]| Some do compare a man to$4$ a bark, 081:12,034[A ]| A pretty metaphor, pray mark ~~ 081:12,035[A ]| And with a long and tedious story, 081:12,036[A ]| Will$1$ all the tackling lay before ye: 081:12,037[A ]| The sails are hope, the masts desire, 081:12,038[A ]| Till they the gentlest reader tire. 081:12,039[A ]| But, howsoever they keep a pudder, 081:12,040[A ]| I am sure the pintle is the rudder: 081:12,041[A ]| The powerful rudder, which$6#1$ of force 081:12,042[A ]| To$4$ town will$1$ shortly steer my course. 081:12,043[A ]| And if you do not there provide 081:12,044[A ]| A port where I may safely ride, 081:12,045[A ]| Landing in$4$ haste in$4$ some foul creek 081:12,046[A ]| It is ten to$4$ one I spring a leak. 081:12,047[A ]| Next, I must make it my request, 081:12,048[A ]| If you have any interest, 081:12,049[A ]| Or can by$4$ any means discover 081:12,050[A ]| Some lamentable rhyming lover, 081:12,051[A ]| Who$6#1$ shall in$4$ numbers harsh and vile 081:12,052[A ]| His mistress "nymph" or "goddess" style, 081:12,053[A ]| Send all his labours down to$4$ me 081:12,054[A ]| By$4$ the first opportunity. 081:12,055[A ]| Or any knights of your round table, 081:12,056[A ]| To$4$ other scribblers formidable, 081:12,057[A ]| Guilty themselves of the same crime, 081:12,058[A ]| Dress nonsense up$5$ in$4$ ragged rhyme, 081:12,059[A ]| As once a week they seldom fail, 081:12,060[A ]| Inspired by$4$ love and gridiron ale 081:12,061[A ]| Or any paltry poetry, 081:12,062[A ]| Though from the university, 081:12,063[A ]| Who$6#1$ when the king and queen were there 081:12,064[A ]| Did both their wit and learning spare, 081:12,065[A ]| And have, I hope, endeavoured since 081:12,066[A ]| To$9$ make the world some recompense. 081:12,067[A ]| Such damned fustian when you meet, 081:12,068[A ]| Be not too rash or indiscreet, 081:12,069[A ]| Though they can plead no$2$ just excuses, 081:12,070[A ]| To$9$ put them to$4$ their proper uses ~~ 081:12,071[A ]| The fatal privy or the fire, 081:12,072[A ]| Their nobler foe ~~ at my desire 081:12,073[A ]| Restrain your natural profuseness 081:12,074[A ]| And spare them though you have a looseness. 081:13,000[' ]| 081:13,001[A ]| If I can guess, the devil choke me, 081:13,002[A ]| What horrid fury could provoke thee 081:13,003[A ]| To$9$ use thy railing, scurrilous wit 081:13,004[A ]| Against prick and cunt the source of it; 081:13,005[A ]| For$3$ what but prick and cunt does raise 081:13,006[A ]| Our thoughts to$4$ songs and roundelays, 081:13,007[A ]| Enables us to$4$ anagrams 081:13,008[A ]| And other amorous flim-flams? 081:13,009[A ]| Then we write plays and so$3$ proceed 081:13,010[A ]| To$4$ bays, the poet's sacred weed. 081:13,011[A ]| Hast thou no$2$ respect for$4$ god Priapus? 081:13,012[A ]| That$6#2$ ancient story should not escape us. 081:13,013[A ]| Priapus was a Roman god 081:13,014[A ]| But in$4$ plain English prick and cod, 081:13,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ pleased their sisters, wives and daughters. 081:13,016[A ]| Guarded their pippins and pomwaters. 081:13,017[A ]| For$3$ at the orchard's utmost entry 081:13,018[A ]| This mighty deity stood sentry, 081:13,019[A ]| Invested in$4$ a tattered blanket 081:13,020[A ]| To$9$ scare the magpies from their banquet. 081:13,021[A ]| But this may serve to$9$ show we trample 081:13,022[A ]| On$4$ rule and method by$4$ example 081:13,023[A ]| Of modern writers, who$6#1$ to$9$ snap at all, 081:13,024[A ]| Will$1$ talk of Caesar in$4$ the Capitol, 081:13,025[A ]| Of Cynthia's beams and Sol's bright ray, 081:13,026[A ]| Known foe to$4$ buttermilk and whey, 081:13,027[A ]| Which$6#1$ softens wax and hardens clay. 081:13,028[A ]| All this without the least connection, 081:13,029[A ]| Which$6#1$ is to$9$ say truth is enough to$9$ vex one; 081:13,030[A ]| But farewell to$4$ all poetic dizziness, 081:13,031[A ]| And now to$9$ come unto the business. 081:13,032[A ]| Tell the bright nymph how sad and pensively 081:13,033[A ]| Ever since we used her so$5#1$ offensively, 081:13,034[A ]| In$4$ dismal shades, with arms across 081:13,035[A ]| I sit lamenting of my loss. 081:13,036[A ]| To$4$ Echo I her name commend 081:13,037[A ]| Who$6#1$ has it now at her tongue's end, 081:13,038[A ]| And parrot-like repeats the same; 081:13,039[A ]| For$3$ should you talk of Tamburlaine, 081:13,040[A ]| Cuffley! she cries at the same time 081:13,041[A ]| (Though the last accent does not rhyme) ~~ 081:13,042[A ]| Far more than Echo ever did yet 081:13,043[A ]| For$4$ Phyllis or bright Amoret. 081:13,044[A ]| With penknife keen of moderate size, 081:13,045[A ]| As bright and piercing as her eyes 081:13,046[A ]| (A glittering weapon, which$6#1$ would scorn 081:13,047[A ]| To$9$ pare a nail or cut a corn), 081:13,048[A ]| Upon$4$ the trees of smoothest bark 081:13,049[A ]| I carve her name or else her mark, 081:13,050[A ]| Which$6#1$ commonly is a bleeding heart, 081:13,051[A ]| A weeping eye, or flaming dart. 081:13,052[A ]| Here on$4$ a beech, like$4$ amorous sot, 081:13,053[A ]| I sometime carve a true-love's knot. 081:13,054[A ]| There a tall oak her name does wear, 081:13,055[A ]| In$4$ a large spreading character. 081:13,056[A ]| I chose the fairest and the best 081:13,057[A ]| Of all the grove: among the rest 081:13,058[A ]| I carved in$4$ one a lofty pine, 081:13,059[A ]| Who$6#1$ wept a pint of turpentine; 081:13,060[A ]| Such was the terror on$4$ her name, 081:13,061[A ]| By$4$ the report of evil fame, 081:13,062[A ]| Who$6#1$, tired with immoderate flight, 081:13,063[A ]| Had lodged upon$4$ its boughs all night, 081:13,064[A ]| The wary tree, who$6#1$ feared a clap, 081:13,065[A ]| And knew the virtue of its sap, 081:13,066[A ]| Dropped balsam into every wound 081:13,067[A ]| And in$4$ an hour's time was sound. 081:13,068[A ]| But you are unacquainted yet 081:13,069[A ]| With half the power of Amoret; 081:13,070[A ]| For$3$ she can drink as well as swive, 081:13,071[A ]| Her growing empire still must thrive. 081:13,072[A ]| Our hearts, weak forts, we must resign 081:13,073[A ]| When beauty does its forces join 081:13,074[A ]| With man's strong enemy, good wine. 081:13,075[A ]| This I was told by$4$ Lord*O'Brien, 081:13,076[A ]| A man whose words I much rely on$4$: 081:13,077[A ]| He kept touch and came down hither 081:13,078[A ]| When you were scared by$4$ the foul weather. 081:13,079[A ]| But if thou wouldst forgiven be, 081:13,080[A ]| Say that$3$ a cunt detained thee; 081:13,081[A ]| Cunt, whose strong charms the world bewitches, 081:13,082[A ]| The joy of kings, the beggar's riches; 081:13,083[A ]| The courtiers's business, statesman's leisure, 081:13,084[A ]| The tired tinker's ease and pleasure! 081:13,085[A ]| Of which$6#1$, alas, I have leave to$9$ prate, 081:13,086[A ]| But O, the rigour of my fate! 081:13,087[A ]| For$4$ want of bouncing 7bona 7roba 081:13,088[A ]| 7Lasciva 7est 7nobis 7pagina 7vita 7proba. 081:13,089[A ]| For$4$ that$6#2$ rhyme I was fain to$9$ fumble; 081:13,090[A ]| When Pegasus begins to$9$ stumble, 081:13,091[A ]| It is time to$9$ rest your very humble 081:13,092[A ]| Buckhurst 081:14,000[' ]| 081:14,001[A ]| After thinking this Fortnight of Whig and of Tory, 081:14,002[A ]| This to$4$ me is the long and the short of the Story: 081:14,003[A ]| They are all Fools and Knaves; and they keep up$5$ this pother, 081:14,004[A ]| On$4$ both sides, designing to$9$ cheat one another. 081:14,005[A ]| Poor Rowley (whose Maxims of State are a riddle) 081:14,006[A ]| Has placed himself much like$4$ the Pin in$4$ the middle: 081:14,007[A ]| Let which$6#1$ corner soever be tumbled down first, 081:14,008[A ]| It is ten Thousand to$4$ one, but he comes by$4$ the worst. 081:14,009[A ]| Between Brother and Bastard (those Dukes of Renown) 081:14,010[A ]| He will$1$ make a wise shift to$9$ get rid of his Crown. 081:14,011[A ]| Had he half common Sense (were it never so$5#1$ uncivil) 081:14,012[A ]| He would have had them long since tipped down to$4$ the Devil. 081:14,013[A ]| The first is a Prince well fashioned, well featured, 081:14,014[A ]| No$2$ Bigot to$9$ speak of, not false, nor ill natured: 081:14,015[A ]| The other for$4$ Government can not be unfit, 081:14,016[A ]| He is so$5#1$ little a Fop, and so$5#1$ plaguy a Wit. 081:14,017[A ]| Had I this soft Son, and this dangerous Brother, 081:14,018[A ]| I would hang up$5$ the one, then I would piss upon$4$ the other. 081:14,019[A ]| I would make this the long and the Short of the Story; 081:14,020[A ]| The Fools might be Whigs, none but Knaves should be Tory. 081:15,000[' ]| 081:15,001[A ]| Inflamed with Love and led by$4$ blind desires, 081:15,002[A ]| The man pursues, the blushful Maid retires. 081:15,003[A ]| He hopes for$4$ pleasures, but she fears the Pain, 081:15,004[A ]| His Love but Ignorance is, her fears more vain. 081:15,005[A ]| Whenever he tastes those Joys so$5#1$ prized before 081:15,006[A ]| He will$1$ love no$2$ longer and she will$1$ fear no$2$ more. 081:16,000[' ]| 081:16,001[A ]| Would you in$4$ Love succeed, be Brisk, be Gay, 081:16,002[A ]| Cast all dull Thoughts and serious Looks away; 081:16,003[A ]| Think not with down cast Eyes, and mournful Air, 081:16,004[A ]| To$9$ move to$4$ pity, the Relentless Fair, 081:16,005[A ]| Or draw from her bright Eyes a Crystal Tear. 081:16,006[A ]| This Method Foreign is to$4$ your Affair, 081:16,007[A ]| Too formal for$4$ the Frolic you prepare: 081:16,008[A ]| Thus, when you think she yields to$4$ Love's advance, 081:16,009[A ]| You will$1$ find it is no$2$ Consent, but Complaisance. 081:16,010[A ]| Whilst he who$6#1$ boldly rifles all her Charms, 081:16,011[A ]| Kisses and Ravishes her in$4$ his Arms, 081:16,012[A ]| Seizes the favour, stays not for$4$ a Grant, 081:16,013[A ]| Alarms her Blood, and makes her sigh and pant; 081:16,014[A ]| Gives her no$2$ time to$9$ speak, or think it a Crime, 081:16,015[A ]| Enjoys his Wish, and well employs his time. 081:17,000[' ]| 081:17,001[A ]| The Fire of Love in$4$ youthful Blood, 081:17,002[A ]| Like$4$ what is kindled in$4$ Brushwood 081:17,003[A ]| But for$4$ a Moment burns, 081:17,004[A ]| Yet in$4$ that$6#2$ Moment makes a mighty Noise: 081:17,005[A ]| It crackles, and to$4$ Vapour turns, 081:17,006[A ]| And soon itself destroys. 081:17,007[A ]| But when crept into aged Veins, 081:17,008[A ]| It slowly burns, and long remains, 081:17,009[A ]| And with a sullen Heat, 081:17,010[A ]| Like$4$ Fire in$4$ Logs, it glows and warms them long; 081:17,011[A ]| And though the Flame be not so$5#1$ great, 081:17,012[A ]| Yet is the Heat as strong. 081:18,000[' ]| 081:18,001[A ]| As Colin drove his sheep along 081:18,002[A ]| By$4$ Whitehall, there was such a throng 081:18,003[A ]| Of early coaches at the gate 081:18,004[A ]| The silly swain was forced to$9$ wait. 081:18,005[A ]| Chance threw him on$4$ Sir*Edward*Sutton, 081:18,006[A ]| A jolly knight that$6#1$ rhymes to$4$ mutton: 081:18,007@w | "Colin," 081:18,007[A ]| said he, 081:18,007@w | "this is the day 081:18,008@w | For$4$ which$6#1$ poor England long did pray, 081:18,009@w | The day that$6#1$ sets our monarch free 081:18,010@w | From buttered buns and slavery. 081:18,011@w | This hour, from French intrigues, it is said 081:18,012@w | He will$1$ clear his council and his bed. 081:18,013@w | Portsmouth, he now vouchsafes to$9$ know, 081:18,014@w | Was the cast whore of Count*de*Sault. 081:18,015@w | Each night with her dear was as sessions 081:18,016@w | Of the house, and fuller of petitions, 081:18,017@w | Which$6#1$ drained him till he was not able 081:18,018@w | To$9$ keep his council or a table; 081:18,019@w | So$3$ that$3$ whitestaves, grooms and pages 081:18,020@w | Live alike upon$4$ board wages. 081:18,021@w | She must retire and sell her place; 081:18,022@w | Buyers, you see, flock in$4$ apace." 081:18,023[A ]| Silence in$4$ the court being once proclaimed, 081:18,024[A ]| Up$5$ stepped fair Richmond, once so$5#1$ famed. 081:18,025[A ]| She offered much, but was refused, 081:18,026[A ]| And of miscarriages accused. 081:18,027[A ]| They said a cunt so$5#1$ used to$9$ puke 081:18,028[A ]| Could never bear a booby duke; 081:18,029[A ]| That$3$ Mulgrave, Villiers and Jack*How 081:18,030[A ]| For$4$ one salt duchess were enough. 081:18,031[A ]| Nor would his Majesty accept her 081:18,032[A ]| At thirty, who$6#1$ at eighteen leapt her: 081:18,033[A ]| She blushed and modestly withdrew. 081:18,034[A ]| Next Middleton appeared in$4$ view. 081:18,035[A ]| Who$6#1$ straight was told of Montague, 081:18,036[A ]| Of baits from Hyde, of clothes from France, 081:18,037[A ]| Of armpits, toes of suffisance; 081:18,038[A ]| At which$6#1$ the court set up$5$ a laughter. 081:18,039[A ]| But then she pleaded for$4$ her daughter: 081:18,040[A ]| A buxom lass fit for$4$ the place 081:18,041[A ]| Were not her father in$4$ disgrace, 081:18,042[A ]| Whose monstrous chin, it was thought, begun 081:18,043[A ]| Her pretty face to$9$ overrun; 081:18,044[A ]| Besides some strange incestuous stories 081:18,045[A ]| Of Harvey and her long Clitoris. 081:18,046[A ]| With these exceptions she is dismissed, 081:18,047[A ]| And Morland fair enters the list: 081:18,048[A ]| Husband in$4$ hand, most decently, 081:18,049[A ]| And begs at any rate to$9$ buy. 081:18,050[A ]| She offered jewels of great price, 081:18,051[A ]| And dear Sir*Samuel's next device, 081:18,052[A ]| Whether it be a pump or table, 081:18,053[A ]| Glass house or any other bauble: 081:18,054[A ]| But she was told she had been tried 081:18,055[A ]| And for$4$ good reasons laid aside. 081:18,056[A ]| Next in$5$ stepped pretty Lady*Grey, 081:18,057[A ]| Offered her lord should nothing say 081:18,058[A ]| Against next the treasurer is accused 081:18,059[A ]| So$3$ her pretence were not refused: 081:18,060[A ]| Rowley enraged bid her be gone 081:18,061[A ]| And play her game out with his son; 081:18,062[A ]| Or, if she liked an aged carcass, 081:18,063[A ]| From Lucy get the noble marquess. 081:18,064[A ]| Shrewsbury offered for$4$ the place 081:18,065[A ]| All she had gotten from his grace; 081:18,066[A ]| She knew his ways and could comply 081:18,067[A ]| With all decays of lechery; 081:18,068[A ]| Had often licked his amorous sceptre 081:18,069[A ]| Until the jaded stallion leapt her; 081:18,070[A ]| But long ago she had the mishap 081:18,071[A ]| To$9$ give the king Dick*Talbot's clap. 081:18,072[A ]| Though for$4$ her all was said that$6#1$ can be 081:18,073[A ]| By$4$ her lean drudge, the Earl*of*Danby, 081:18,074[A ]| She was dismissed with scorn and told 081:18,075[A ]| Where a tall page was to$9$ be sold. 081:18,076[A ]| Then in$5$ came dowdy Mazarin, 081:18,077[A ]| That$6#2$ foreign antiquated queen, 081:18,078[A ]| Who$6#1$ soon was told the King no$2$ more 081:18,079[A ]| Would deal with an intriguing whore: 081:18,080[A ]| That$3$ she already had about her 081:18,081[A ]| Too good an 9equipage*de*foutre; 081:18,082[A ]| Nor was our monarch such a cully 081:18,083[A ]| To$9$ bear a moor, and swingeing bully. 081:18,084[A ]| Her grace at this rebuke looked blank, 081:18,085[A ]| And sneaked away to$4$ villain Frank. 081:18,086[A ]| Fair Lichfield too her claim put in$5$, 081:18,087[A ]| It was urged she was too near a kin. 081:18,088[A ]| She modestly replied, no$2$ more 081:18,089[A ]| A kin than Sussex was before. 081:18,090[A ]| Besides she had often heard her mother 081:18,091[A ]| Call her the daughter of another; 081:18,092[A ]| She did not drivel and had sense 081:18,093[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ all his have no$2$ pretence; 081:18,094[A ]| Yet for$4$ the present she is put off, 081:18,095[A ]| And told she was not whore enough. 081:18,096[A ]| Loftus smiled at that$6#2$ exception, 081:18,097[A ]| Doubting not of good reception, 081:18,098[A ]| Put in$5$ her claim, vowing she would steal 081:18,099[A ]| All that$6#1$ her husband won of Neale; 081:18,100[A ]| To$9$ buy the place all he should get 081:18,101[A ]| By$4$ his long suit with Mr*Pitt. 081:18,102[A ]| But from Goliath's size of Gath 081:18,103[A ]| Down to$4$ the pitch of little Wroth, 081:18,104[A ]| The court was told, she had lain with all 081:18,105[A ]| The roaring roisterers of Whitehall; 081:18,106[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ old Rowley, lest she would grudge, 081:18,107[A ]| Gave her the making of a judge. 081:18,108[A ]| She bowed, and straight brought her six grays 081:18,109[A ]| To$9$ haunt the court, the park, and plays. 081:18,110[A ]| In$5$ stepped stately Cary*Frazier: 081:18,111[A ]| Straight the whole room began to$9$ praise her; 081:18,112[A ]| As fine as hands and paint could make her, 081:18,113[A ]| She vowed the king or gaol must take her. 081:18,114[A ]| Rowley replied he was retrenching 081:18,115[A ]| And would no$2$ more of costly wenching; 081:18,116[A ]| That$3$ she was proud and went too gaudy, 081:18,117[A ]| Nor could she swear, drink and talk bawdy ~~ 081:18,118[A ]| Virtues more requisite for$4$ the place 081:18,119[A ]| Than wit, or youth, or good face. 081:18,120[A ]| Cleveland offered down a million, 081:18,121[A ]| But she was soon told of Chastillion. 081:18,122[A ]| At that$6#2$ name straight she fell aweeping 081:18,123[A ]| And swore she was undone with keeping; 081:18,124[A ]| That$6#2$ Jermyn, Churchill had so$5#1$ drained her 081:18,125[A ]| She could not live on$4$ the remainder. 081:18,126[A ]| The court said there was no$2$ record 081:18,127[A ]| Of any to$4$ that$6#2$ place restored, 081:18,128[A ]| Nor ought the king at these years venture 081:18,129[A ]| When his prime could not content her. 081:18,130[A ]| Young Lady*Jones stepped up$5$ and urged 081:18,131[A ]| She would give the deed her father forged; 081:18,132[A ]| But she was told her family 081:18,133[A ]| Was tainted with Presbytery. 081:18,134[A ]| She said her mother with clean heart 081:18,135[A ]| And hands had lately done her part 081:18,136[A ]| In$4$ bringing Mazarin to$4$ bed; 081:18,137[A ]| Nor was it her fault the babe was dead. 081:18,138[A ]| Her sister too as all men know 081:18,139[A ]| Had fucked as high and married low 081:18,140[A ]| As Belasye, or any punk 081:18,141[A ]| Of late with royal seed made drunk. 081:18,142[A ]| For$4$ her Rowley owned his passion, 081:18,143[A ]| But said he stood by$4$ declaration 081:18,144[A ]| Engaged, no$2$ matter of great weight 081:18,145[A ]| To$9$ pass till after some debate. 081:18,146[A ]| In$4$ this great counsel they adjourned, 081:18,147[A ]| And Colin to$4$ his flock returned, 081:18,148[A ]| Swearing there were at every fair 081:18,149[A ]| Blither girls than any there. 081:19,000[' ]| 081:19,001[A ]| Sylvia, methinks you are unfit 081:19,002[A ]| For$4$ your great lord's embrace; 081:19,003[A ]| For$3$ though we all allow you wit 081:19,004[A ]| We can not a handsome face. 081:19,005[A ]| Then where is the pleasure. where is the good 081:19,006[A ]| Of spending time and cost? 081:19,007[A ]| For$3$ if your wit be not understood 081:19,008[A ]| Your keeper's bliss is lost. 081:20,000[' ]| 081:20,001[A ]| Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes, 081:20,002[A ]| United, cast too fierce a light, 081:20,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ blazes high but quickly dies, 081:20,004[A ]| Warms not the heart but hurts the sight. 081:20,005[A ]| Love is a calm and tender joy, 081:20,006[A ]| Kind are his looks and soft his pace; 081:20,007[A ]| Her cupid is a blackguard boy 081:20,008[A ]| That$6#1$ runs his link into your face. 081:21,000[' ]| 081:21,001[A ]| Proud with the spoils of royal cully, 081:21,002[A ]| With false pretence to$4$ wit and parts, 081:21,003[A ]| She swaggers like$4$ a battered bully 081:21,004[A ]| To$9$ try the tempers of men's hearts. 081:21,005[A ]| Though she appears as gay and fine 081:21,006[A ]| As jet and gems and paint can make her, 081:21,007[A ]| She never shall win a heart like$4$ mine ~~ 081:21,008[A ]| The devil or Sir*Davy take her. 081:21,009[A ]| Her bed is like$4$ the scripture feast, 081:21,010[A ]| Where none who$6#1$ were invited came, 081:21,011[A ]| So$3$ disappointed on$4$ her guest, 081:21,012[A ]| She took up$5$ with the blind and lame. 081:22,000[' ]| 081:22,001[A ]| Tell me , Dorinda, why so$5#1$ gay, 081:22,002[A ]| Why such embroidery, fringe and lace? 081:22,003[A ]| Can any dresses find a way 081:22,004[A ]| To$9$ stop the approaches of decay 081:22,005[A ]| And mend thy ruined face? 081:22,006[A ]| Wilt thou still sparkle in$4$ the box, 081:22,007[A ]| And ogle in$4$ the ring? 081:22,008[A ]| Canst thou forget thy age and pox? 081:22,009[A ]| Can all that$6#1$ shines on$4$ shells and rocks 081:22,010[A ]| Make thee a fine young thing? 081:22,011[A ]| So$3$ have I seen in$4$ larder dark 081:22,012[A ]| Of veal a lucid loin, 081:22,013[A ]| Replete with many a heartless spark, 081:22,014[A ]| As wise philosophers remark, 081:22,015[A ]| At once both stink and shine. 081:23,000[' ]| 081:23,001[A ]| When Israel first provoked the living lord, 081:23,002[A ]| He scourged their sin with famine, plague, and sword. 081:23,003[A ]| All they and more could no$2$ repentance bring; 081:23,004[A ]| Then in$4$ a greater rage he sent them such a king, 081:23,005[A ]| A James-like king, as his severest rod, 081:23,006[A ]| The utmost vengeance of an angry god. 081:23,007[A ]| God in$4$ his wrath gave Saul to$4$ sinful Jewry 081:23,008[A ]| And Second James to$4$ us in$4$ greater fury, 081:23,009[A ]| For$3$ Saul in$4$ sin was no$2$ more like$4$ our James 081:23,010[A ]| Than little Jordan can compare with Thames. 081:24,000[' ]| 081:24,001[A ]| Ah, Chloris, it is time to$9$ disarm your bright eyes, 081:24,002[A ]| And lay by$4$ those terrible glances; 081:24,003[A ]| We live in$4$ an age that$6#1$ is more civil and wise 081:24,004[A ]| Than to$9$ follow the rules of romances. 081:24,005[A ]| When once your round bubbies begin but to$9$ pout, 081:24,006[A ]| They will$1$ allow you no$2$ long time of courting; 081:24,007[A ]| And you will$1$ find it a very hard task to$9$ hold out, 081:24,008[A ]| For$3$ all maidens are mortal at fourteen. 081:25,000[' ]| 081:25,001[A ]| To$4$ all you ladies now at land, 081:25,002[A ]| We men at sea do write, 081:25,003[A ]| But first I hope you will$1$ understand 081:25,004[A ]| How hard it is to$9$ indite: 081:25,005[A ]| The muses now and Neptune too 081:25,006[A ]| We must implore to$9$ write to$4$ you. 081:25,007[A ]| With a fa, la, la, la, la. 081:25,000[' ]| <2.> 081:25,008[A ]| For$3$ though the muses should be kind 081:25,009[A ]| And fill our empty brain, 081:25,010[A ]| Yet when rough Neptune calls the wind 081:25,011[A ]| To$9$ rouse the azure main, 081:25,012[A ]| Our paper, ink, and pen, and we 081:25,013[A ]| Roll up$5$ and down our ships at sea. 081:25,014[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <3> 081:25,015[A ]| Then, if we write not by$4$ each post. 081:25,016[A ]| Think not we are unkind, 081:25,017[A ]| Nor yet conclude that$3$ we are lost 081:25,018[A ]| By$4$ Dutch or else by$4$ wind; 081:25,019[A ]| Our tears we will$1$ send a speedier way: 081:25,020[A ]| The tide shall bring them twice a day. 081:25,021[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <4> 081:25,022[A ]| With wonder and amaze the king 081:25,023[A ]| Will$1$ vow his seas grow bold, 081:25,024[A ]| Because the tides more waters bring 081:25,025[A ]| Than they were wont of old; 081:25,026[A ]| But you must tell him that$3$ our cares 081:25,027[A ]| Send floods of grief to$4$ Whitehall*Stairs. 081:25,028[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <5> 081:25,029[A ]| To$9$ pass the tedious hours away, 081:25,030[A ]| We throw the merry main, 081:25,031[A ]| Or else at serious ombre play; 081:25,032[A ]| But why should we in$4$ vain 081:25,033[A ]| Each other's ruin thus pursue? 081:25,034[A ]| We were undone when we left you. 081:25,035[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <6> 081:25,036[A ]| If foggy Opdam did but know 081:25,037[A ]| Our sad and dismal story, 081:25,038[A ]| The Dutch would scorn so$5#1$ weak a foe, 081:25,039[A ]| And leave the port of Goree; 081:25,040[A ]| For$3$ what resistance can they find 081:25,041[A ]| From men that$6#1$ left their hearts behind? 081:25,042[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <7> 081:25,043[A ]| Let wind and weather do their worst, 081:25,044[A ]| Be you to$4$ us but kind; 081:25,045[A ]| Let Frenchmen vapour, Dutchmen curse, 081:25,046[A ]| No$2$ sorrow shall we find: 081:25,047[A ]| It is then no$2$ matter how things go, 081:25,048[A ]| Nor who$6#2$ is our friend, nor who$6#2$ is our foe! 081:25,049[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <8> 081:25,050[A ]| In$4$ justice, you can not refuse 081:25,051[A ]| To$9$ think of our distress, 081:25,052[A ]| Since we in$4$ hope of honour lose 081:25,053[A ]| Our certain happiness; 081:25,054[A ]| All our designs are but to$9$ prove 081:25,055[A ]| Ourselves more worthy of your love. 081:25,056[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <9.> 081:25,057[A ]| Alas, our fears tempestuous grow 081:25,058[A ]| And cast our hopes away, 081:25,059[A ]| While you, unmindful of our woe, 081:25,060[A ]| Sit careless at a play: 081:25,061[A ]| And now permit some happier man 081:25,062[A ]| To$9$ kiss your busk and wag your fan. 081:25,063[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <10.> 081:25,064[A ]| When any mournful tune you hear, 081:25,065[A ]| That$6#1$ dies in$4$ every note 081:25,066[A ]| As if it sighed for$4$ each man's care, 081:25,067[A ]| For$4$ being so$5#1$ remote, 081:25,068[A ]| Think then how oft our love we made 081:25,069[A ]| To$4$ you while all those tunes were played. 081:25,070[A ]| 081:25,000[' ]| <11> 081:25,071[A ]| And now we have told our love, 081:25,072[A ]| And also all our fears, 081:25,073[A ]| We hope our declarations move 081:25,074[A ]| Some pity for$4$ our tears; 081:25,075[A ]| Let us hear of no$2$ inconstancy ~~ 081:25,076[A ]| We have too much of that$6#2$ at sea. 081:25,077[A ]| 081:26,000[' ]| 081:26,000[A ]| Damon, if thou wilt believe me, 081:26,001[A ]| It is not sighing round the plain; 081:26,002[A ]| Song nor sonnet can relieve thee; 081:26,003[A ]| Faint attempts in$4$ love are vain. 081:26,004[A ]| Urge but home the fair occasion, 081:26,005[A ]| And be master of the field; 081:26,006[A ]| Powerful kind invasion, 081:26,007[A ]| It were a madness not to$9$ yield. 081:26,008[A ]| Though she swears she will$1$ never permit you, 081:26,009[A ]| Cries you are rude and much to$9$ blame; 081:26,010[A ]| And with tears implores your pity, 081:26,011[A ]| Be not merciful!, for$4$ shame. 081:26,012[A ]| When the fierce assault is over, 081:26,013[A ]| Chloris time enough may find 081:26,014[A ]| This, her cruel furious lover, 081:26,015[A ]| Much more gentle, not so$5#1$ kind. 081:26,016[A ]| Love gives out a large commission, 081:26,017[A ]| Still indulgent to$4$ the brave; 081:26,018[A ]| But one sin of base omission 081:26,019[A ]| Never woman yet forgave. 081:26,020[A ]| But true vigour in$4$ performing, 081:26,021[A ]| Turns the tragic scene to$4$ farce; 081:26,022[A ]| And she will$1$ rise appeased next morning, 081:26,023[A ]| With dry eyes and a wet a*** . 081:27,000[' ]| 081:27,001[A ]| Humbly Sheweth, 081:27,002[A ]| Should you order Tom*Brown 081:27,003[A ]| To$9$ be whipped about town 081:27,004[A ]| For$4$ a scurvy lampoon, 081:27,005[A ]| Grave Southern and Crown, 081:27,006[A ]| Their pens would lay down. 081:27,007[A ]| Even Durfey himself and such merry fellows 081:27,008[A ]| That$6#1$ put their whole trust in$4$ tunes and twangdilloes 081:27,009[A ]| May hang up$5$ their harps and themselves on$4$ the willows, 081:27,010[A ]| For$3$ if poets are punished for$4$ libelling trash, 081:27,011[A ]| John*Dryden at sixty may yet fear the lash. 081:27,012[A ]| No$2$ pension nor praise, 081:27,013[A ]| Much birch without bays, 081:27,014[A ]| These are not the right ways 081:27,015[A ]| Our fancies to$9$ raise 081:27,016[A ]| To$4$ the writing of plays, 081:27,017[A ]| And prologues so$5#1$ witty, 081:27,018[A ]| That$6#1$ jerk at the city, 081:27,019[A ]| And now and then hit 081:27,020[A ]| Some spark in$4$ the pit 081:27,021[A ]| So$5#1$ hard and so$5#1$ pat 081:27,022[A ]| Till he hides with his hat 081:27,023[A ]| His monstrous cravat. 081:27,024[A ]| The pulpit alone 081:27,025[A ]| Can never preach down 081:27,026[A ]| The fops of this town. 081:27,027[A ]| Then pardon Tom*Brown, 081:27,028[A ]| And let him write on$5$. 081:27,029[A ]| But if you had rather convert the poor sinner, 081:27,030[A ]| His foul, railing mouth may be stopped with a dinner. 081:27,031[A ]| Give him clothes to$4$ his back, some meat, and much drink. 081:27,032[A ]| Then clap him close prisoner without pen and ink, 081:27,033[A ]| And your petitioner shall never pray 081:28,000[' ]| 081:28,001[A ]| The dainty young heiress of Lincoln's*Inn Fields, 081:28,002[A ]| Brisk, beautiful, wealthy, and witty, 081:28,003[A ]| To$4$ the power of love so$5#1$ unwillingly yields, 081:28,004[A ]| That$3$, it is feared, she will$1$ unpeople the city. 081:28,005[A ]| The sparks and the beaux all languish and die, 081:28,006[A ]| Yet, after the conquest of many, 081:28,007[A ]| One little good marksman that$6#1$ aims with one eye 081:28,008[A ]| May wound her heart deeper than any. 082:01,000@@@@@| 082:01,000[' ]| 082:01,000[' ]| <7Quos 7Omnes> 082:01,000[' ]| <7Vicini 7oderunt, 7noti, 7pueri 7atque 7puellae.> 082:01,000[' ]| 082:01,001[A ]| Cursed be those dull, unpointed, doggerel rhymes, 082:01,002[A ]| Whose harmless rage has lashed our impious times. 082:01,003[A ]| Rise thou, my muse, and with the sharpest thorn, 082:01,004[A ]| Instead of peaceful bays, my brows adorn; 082:01,005[A ]| Inspired with just disdain and mortal hate, 082:01,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ long have been my plague shall feel thy weight. 082:01,007[A ]| I scorn a giddy and unsafe applause: 082:01,008[A ]| But this, ye gods, is fighting in$4$ your cause. 082:01,009[A ]| Let Sodom speak and let Gomorrah tell, 082:01,010[A ]| If their cursed walls deserved their flames so$5#1$ well. 082:01,011[A ]| Go on$5$, my muse, and with bold voice proclaim 082:01,012[A ]| The vicious lives and long detested fame 082:01,013[A ]| Of scoundrel lords and their lewd wives' amours, 082:01,014[A ]| Pimp-statesmen, buggering priests, court bawds, and whores; 082:01,015[A ]| Exalted vice its own vile name does sound, 082:01,016[A ]| To$4$ climes remote, and distant shores renowned. 082:01,017[A ]| Thy strumpets, Charles, have escaped no$2$ nation's ear; 082:01,018[A ]| Cleveland the van, and Portsmouth led the rear: 082:01,019[A ]| A brace of cherubs, of as vile a breed, 082:01,020[A ]| As ever was produced of human seed. 082:01,021[A ]| To$4$ all but thee the punks were ever kind, 082:01,022[A ]| Free as loose air and generous as the wind. 082:01,023[A ]| Both steered thy pego and the nation's helm, 082:01,024[A ]| And both betrayed thy pintle and thy realm. 082:01,025[A ]| Oh Barbara! thy execrable name 082:01,026[A ]| Is sure embalmed with everlasting shame. 082:01,027[A ]| Could not that$6#2$ numerous host thy lust suffice, 082:01,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ lascivious shoals adored thy eyes; 082:01,029[A ]| When their bright beams were through our orb displayed, 082:01,030[A ]| And kings each morn their Persian homage paid? 082:01,031[A ]| Now (Churchill! Dover!) see how they are sunk 082:01,032[A ]| Into her loathsome, sapless, aged trunk. 082:01,033[A ]| And yet remains her cunt's insatiate itch, 082:01,034[A ]| And there is a devil yet can hug the witch. 082:01,035[A ]| Pardon me, Bab, if I mistake his race, 082:01,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ is infernal sure, for$3$ though he has 082:01,037[A ]| No$2$ cloven foot, he has a cloven face. 082:01,038[A ]| Oh sacred James! may thy dread noddle be 082:01,039[A ]| As free from danger, as from wit it is free; 082:01,040[A ]| But if that$6#2$ good and gracious monarch's charms 082:01,041[A ]| Could never confine one woman to$4$ his arms, 082:01,042[A ]| What strange mysterious spell, what strong defence, 082:01,043[A ]| Can guard that$6#2$ front which$6#1$ has not half his sense? 082:01,044[A ]| Poor Sedley's fall even her own sex deplore, 082:01,045[A ]| Who$6#1$ with so$5#1$ small temptation turned thy whore. 082:01,046[A ]| But Grafton bravely does revenge her fate, 082:01,047[A ]| And says thou courtst her thirty years too late; 082:01,048[A ]| She scorns such dwindles; her capacious arse 082:01,049[A ]| Is fitter for$4$ thy sceptre than thy tarse. 082:01,050[A ]| Old Dover, Shrewsbury, and Mordaunt know 082:01,051[A ]| Why in$4$ that$6#2$ stately frame she lies so$5#1$ low; 082:01,052[A ]| And who$6#2$ but her dull blockhead would have found 082:01,053[A ]| Her window's small descent on$4$ rising ground? 082:01,054[A ]| Through the large sash they pass, like$4$ Jove of old, 082:01,055[A ]| To$4$ her attendant bawd, in$4$ showers of gold. 082:01,056[A ]| Mordaunt, that$6#2$ insolent, ill-natured bear 082:01,057[A ]| From the close grotto, when no$2$ danger is near, 082:01,058[A ]| Mounts like$4$ a rampant stag, and ruts his dear. 082:01,059[A ]| But when by$4$ dire mischance the harmless maid 082:01,060[A ]| In$4$ the dark closet, with loud shrieks, betrayed 082:01,061[A ]| The naked lecher, what a woeful grief 082:01,062[A ]| It was! The adulteress flew to$4$ his relief, 082:01,063[A ]| And saved his being murdered for$4$ a thief. 082:01,064[A ]| Defenceless limbs the well-armed host assailed; 082:01,065[A ]| Scarce her own prayers with her own slaves prevailed. 082:01,066[A ]| Though well prepared for$4$ flight he mourned his weight 082:01,067[A ]| And begged Actaeon's change to$9$ escape Actaeon's fate; 082:01,068[A ]| But winged with fear, though untransformed, he bounds, 082:01,069[A ]| And swift as hinds outstripped the yelling hounds. 082:01,070[A ]| Beware adulterers, betimes beware, 082:01,071[A ]| You fall not in$4$ the same unhappy snare: 082:01,072[A ]| From Norfolk's ruin, and his narrow escape, 082:01,073[A ]| Swive on$5$ contented with a willing rape, 082:01,074[A ]| On$4$ a strong chair, soft couch, or side of bed, 082:01,075[A ]| Which$6#1$ never does surprising dangers dread. 082:01,076[A ]| Let no$2$ such harlots lead your steps astray; 082:01,077[A ]| Her clitoris will$1$ mount in$4$ open day, 082:01,078[A ]| And from St%*James's to$4$ the land of Thule, 082:01,079[A ]| There is not a whore who$6#1$ spends so$5#1$ like$4$ a mule. 082:01,080[A ]| Yet who$6#2$, to$9$ tell the truth, could less have swived 082:01,081[A ]| Whose cunt was from such lecherous stoats derived? 082:01,082[A ]| For$3$ it was the custom of her ancient race 082:01,083[A ]| To$9$ fuck with any fool in$4$ any place. 082:01,084[A ]| And yet her blundering dolt deserves a worse; 082:01,085[A ]| Could man be plagued with a severer curse? 082:01,086[A ]| A meeter couple never sure were hatched; 082:01,087[A ]| Some married are indeed, but they are matched. 082:01,088[A ]| The sodomite complains of too much room, 082:01,089[A ]| And for$4$ an arse disdains her spacious womb. 082:01,090[A ]| A common bulker is his chief delight, 082:01,091[A ]| And they in$4$ conscience ought to$9$ do him right, 082:01,092[A ]| And as cunt spends, arse when well pleased should shite. 082:01,093[A ]| But seeing they are lawful man and wife, 082:01,094[A ]| Why should the fool and drazel live in$4$ strife, 082:01,095[A ]| While they both lead the same lascivious life? 082:01,096[A ]| Or why should he to$4$ Megg's or Southcott's roam, 082:01,097[A ]| When he may find as great a whore at home? 082:01,098[A ]| Mulgrave, who$6#1$ all his summons to$4$ big war 082:01,099[A ]| Safely commits to$4$ his wise Prince's care, 082:01,100[A ]| Lords it over all mankind, and is the first 082:01,101[A ]| By$4$ woman hated and by$4$ man accursed. 082:01,102[A ]| Well has his staff a double use supplied, 082:01,103[A ]| At once upheld his body and his pride. 082:01,104[A ]| How haughtily he cries: 082,01,104@w | "Page, fetch a whore; 082:01,105@w | Damn her, she is ugly; rascal, fetch me more; 082:01,106@w | Bring in$5$ that$6#2$ black-eyed wench; woman, come near; 082:01,107@w | Rot you, you draggled bitch, what is it you fear?" 082:01,108[A ]| Trembling she comes, and with as little flame, 082:01,109[A ]| As he for$4$ the dear part from whence he came. 082:01,110[A ]| But by$4$ the help of an assisting thumb 082:01,111[A ]| Squeezes his chitterling into her bum; 082:01,112[A ]| And if it prove a straight, well-sphinctered arse 082:01,113[A ]| Perhaps it rears a little his feeble tarse 082:01,114[A ]| But if one drop of vital juice it shed, 082:01,115[A ]| Help him, good Jove, for$3$ both sides then are dead. 082:01,116[A ]| Thine, crafty Seymour, was a good design; 082:01,117[A ]| For$3$ sure his issue never will$1$ injure thine: 082:01,118[A ]| But thou thyself must needs confess that$3$ she 082:01,119[A ]| Does justly curse thy politics and thee. 082:01,120[A ]| Her noble Protestant has got a flail, 082:01,121[A ]| Young, large, and fit to$9$ feague her briny tail; 082:01,122[A ]| But now, poor wretch, she lies as she would burst, 082:01,123[A ]| Sometimes with brandy, and sometimes with lust. 082:01,124[A ]| Though prime as goats, she courts in$4$ vain her drone: 082:01,125[A ]| The frigid he, and she the torrid zone. 082:01,126[A ]| Both friend and foe he with vast ruin mauls, 082:01,127[A ]| Who$6#1$ at first thrust before both sexes falls. 082:01,128[A ]| Had I, Oh! had I his transcendent verse, 082:01,129[A ]| In$4$ his own lofty strains I would rehearse 082:01,130[A ]| That$6#2$ deep intrigue, when he the Princess wooed, 082:01,131[A ]| But loved adultery more than royal blood. 082:01,132[A ]| Young Ossory, who$6#1$ loved the haughty peer, 082:01,133[A ]| Her mother's darling sins could best declare. 082:01,134[A ]| But to$4$ her memory we must be just; 082:01,135[A ]| It is sacrilege to$9$ rob such beauteous dust. 082:01,136[A ]| O Wharton, Wharton! what a wretched tool 082:01,137[A ]| Is a dull wit, when made a woman's fool? 082:01,138[A ]| Thy rammish spendthrift buttock, it is well known, 082:01,139[A ]| Her nauseous bait has made thee swallow down, 082:01,140[A ]| Though mumbled and spit out by$4$ half the town. 082:01,141[A ]| How well, my honest Lexington, she knows 082:01,142[A ]| The many mansions in$4$ thy fucking house! 082:01,143[A ]| How often praised thy dear curvetting tarse 082:01,144[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou ridst curbed, like$4$ an unruly horse! 082:01,145[A ]| That$6#2$ crooked martyr, which$6#1$ most cunts would flout, 082:01,146[A ]| Turns her lascivious matrix inside out. 082:01,147[A ]| Pleased with the novelty, she freely spends, 082:01,148[A ]| And turns and winds which$6#1$ way soever it bends. 082:01,149[A ]| How big with joy she went with thee to$4$ church, 082:01,150[A ]| When thou, false varlet, left her in$4$ the lurch! 082:01,151[A ]| Even Elliot, who$6#1$ refused none before, 082:01,152[A ]| Scorned to$9$ pronounce the banns with such a whore. 082:01,153[A ]| To$4$ Pancras, Tom, there such as she resort 082:01,154[A ]| (That$6#2$ mother church too does all sinners court). 082:01,155[A ]| As she has been thy strumpet all her life, 082:01,156[A ]| It is time to$9$ make her now thy lawful wife, 082:01,157[A ]| That$3$ Bulkeley's spouse may pride it in$4$ the box, 082:01,158[A ]| With face and cunt all martyred with the pox. 082:01,159[A ]| In$4$ some deep sawpit both their noddles hide, 082:01,160[A ]| For$3$ it is hard guessing which$6#1$ has the best bride. 082:01,161[A ]| Ah Tom! thy brother like$4$ a prudent man, 082:01,162[A ]| Has chosen the much better harridan; 082:01,163[A ]| She, a good-natured candid devil, shows 082:01,164[A ]| Him all the bawding, jilting tricks she knows. 082:01,165[A ]| Thy rook some trivial cheats her blockhead learns, 082:01,166[A ]| While he the master hocus never discerns. 082:01,167[A ]| To$4$ pox and plague, oh! may she subject be, 082:01,168[A ]| As she is from childbed pain and peril free: 082:01,169[A ]| Her actual sins invalidate the first; 082:01,170[A ]| With ease she teems and brings forth unaccursed. 082:01,171[A ]| To$4$ thee, Lucina, she need never call; 082:01,172[A ]| Like$4$ ripened fruit, her mellow bastards fall; 082:01,173[A ]| And what with needless labor I disclose, 082:01,174[A ]| Her well-stretched cunt and rivelled belly shows. 082:01,175[A ]| Whoever, like$4$ Charles*Dering, scorns disgrace, 082:01,176[A ]| Can never want, although he lose his place: 082:01,177[A ]| That$6#2$ toothless murderer, to$4$ his just reproach, 082:01,178[A ]| Pimps for$4$ his sister to$9$ maintain a coach, 082:01,179[A ]| And let what will$1$ the church or state befall, 082:01,180[A ]| One fulsome crafty whore maintains them all. 082:01,181[A ]| Scarsdale, though loathed, still the fair sex adores, 082:01,182[A ]| And has a regiment of horse and whores. 082:01,183[A ]| Amidst the common rout of early duns 082:01,184[A ]| For$4$ mustard, soap, milk, small coal, swords, and guns, 082:01,185[A ]| Two reverend officers (more highly born) 082:01,186[A ]| Wait on$4$ his stinking levee every morn, 082:01,187[A ]| And in$4$ full pomp his palace gates adorn. 082:01,188[A ]| But which$6#1$ is most in$4$ vogue is hard to$9$ tell, 082:01,189[A ]| The public bawd or private sentinel; 082:01,190[A ]| That$6#2$ blubbered oaf, for$4$ two dull, dribbling bouts, 082:01,191[A ]| Maintains two bastards made of Jenny's clouts. 082:01,192[A ]| Ever it could fetch, it was like$4$ poxed Eland spoiled, 082:01,193[A ]| Yet it can not touch a wench, but she is with child; 082:01,194[A ]| But who$6#2$ can think that$3$ pestilential breath 082:01,195[A ]| Should raise up$5$ life that$6#1$ always blasts with death? 082:01,196[A ]| It is strange Kildare, that$6#2$ refine 9beau*garcon, 082:01,197[A ]| Was never yet at the Bell*Savage shown, 082:01,198[A ]| For$3$ it is a true and wonderful baboon. 082:01,199[A ]| It therefore wisely was at first designed 082:01,200[A ]| He never should like$1$ to$9$ propagate his kind, 082:01,201[A ]| But the dull-venomed draught in$4$ vain employed, 082:01,202[A ]| Like$4$ the false serpent's, was itself destroyed. 082:01,203[A ]| With foul corruption sure he first was fed, 082:01,204[A ]| And by$4$ equivocal generation bred. 082:01,205[A ]| An honest solan goose, compared to$4$ him, 082:01,206[A ]| Is a fine creature and of more esteem. 082:01,207[A ]| No$2$ learned philosophers need strive to$9$ know 082:01,208[A ]| Whether his soul is 7ex 7traduce or no$5$. 082:01,209[A ]| He has none yet, nor never will$1$, I fear: 082:01,210[A ]| No$2$ soul of sense would ever enter there. 082:01,211[A ]| Though Talbot, that$6#2$ young sodomite, they say 082:01,212[A ]| With tarse and carrot well enlarged the way; 082:01,213[A ]| With painful look he grins, as if the fool 082:01,214[A ]| Were always squeezing for$4$ a costive stool: 082:01,215[A ]| I wonder he dares speak, for$4$ fear we firk 082:01,216[A ]| His lazy bones and make the monkey work. 082:01,217[A ]| Swive on$5$, my fair adulteress, you do well, 082:01,218[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ would not loathe him much more than hell? 082:01,219[A ]| Fuck with some true wild Irish fool, or brim 082:01,220[A ]| With savage boars rather than lie with him. 082:01,221[A ]| If aged Devonshire has left the trade 082:01,222[A ]| And had enough of costly masquerade, 082:01,223[A ]| With renewed flames your old amour pursue, 082:01,224[A ]| Now Rochester has nothing else to$9$ do. 082:01,225[A ]| Well done, old Hyde, we all thy choice adore, 082:01,226[A ]| She is the younger and much better whore. 082:01,227[A ]| But Hales has sure, to$4$ his eternal curse, 082:01,228[A ]| Left his own strumpet and espoused a worse. 082:01,229[A ]| That$6#2$ blazing star still rises with the sun, 082:01,230[A ]| And will$1$, I hope, whenever it sets, go down. 082:01,231[A ]| St%*Peter never denied his lord but thrice, 082:01,232[A ]| But good St%*Edward scorns to$9$ be so$5#1$ nice; 082:01,233[A ]| He, every mass, abjures what he before 082:01,234[A ]| On$4$ tests and sacraments so$5#1$ often swore. 082:01,235[A ]| His mother church will$1$ have a special son, 082:01,236[A ]| Of him, by$4$ whom his father was undone. 082:01,237[A ]| He turned, because on$4$ meat alone he would dine, 082:01,238[A ]| And make the wafer save his bread and wine. 082:01,239[A ]| Mammon is the God he will$1$ worship any way, 082:01,240[A ]| And keeps conviction ready to$4$ a day. 082:01,241[A ]| Forbid it, Heaven, I ever should live to$9$ see 082:01,242[A ]| Our pious monarch's gorgeous chapel be 082:01,243[A ]| Filled with such miscreant proselytes as he. 082:01,244[A ]| 7Miserere 7Domine! 7Ave 7Maria! 082:01,245[A ]| Poor Father*Dover has got a gonorrhea! 082:01,246[A ]| Was ever, dread James, so$5#1$ much affection shown? 082:01,247[A ]| He would save thy soul, but cares not for$4$ his own. 082:01,248[A ]| How Sedley prays the old adulterous fop 082:01,249[A ]| May find it a Carnegan-swingeing clap! 082:01,250[A ]| And sure it will$1$ in$4$ the bones and marrow stick, 082:01,251[A ]| And must be damnable to$4$ soul and prick: 082:01,252[A ]| The pocky jade was a damned heretic. 082:01,253@w | "God's Wounds, God's Blood! our family is beshit," 082:01,254[A ]| Quoth Winchester, 082:01,254@w | "but I will$1$ be drunk at night." 082:01,255[A ]| Unhappy maid! who$6#1$ man has never known, 082:01,256[A ]| And yet with perilous pangs brought forth a son! 082:01,257[A ]| Rejoice, ye slavish tribe of later Jews; 082:01,258[A ]| Sound in$4$ your synagogues the blessed news: 082:01,259[A ]| A new messias is at last arrived 082:01,260[A ]| From an unspotted womb that$6#1$ never was swived. 082:01,261[A ]| Our chiro-medico Didymus nothing smelt, 082:01,262[A ]| Till he the sprawling bantling heard and felt. 082:01,263[A ]| And now it surely can not be denied 082:01,264[A ]| By$4$ him who$6#1$ cured the king of what he died. 082:01,265[A ]| How Herbert boasts that$3$ his wise King's-Head crew 082:01,266[A ]| Foretold the dismal times we all should rue. 082:01,267[A ]| Cursed be the screech owls! that$6#2$ rebellious crowd 082:01,268[A ]| Presaged, indeed, Rome's swift approach, as loud, 082:01,269[A ]| As wise Cassandra's boding voice of old, 082:01,270[A ]| The wretched fate of ancient Rome foretold. 082:01,271[A ]| But why is he against the bringing in$5$ 082:01,272[A ]| Any religion that$6#1$ indulges sin? 082:01,273[A ]| He who$6#1$ his other charges can retrench 082:01,274[A ]| To$9$ save ten guineas for$4$ a handsome wench; 082:01,275[A ]| Or be content to$9$ part with twenty pound, 082:01,276[A ]| If Mrs%*Wright ensure her being sound. 082:01,277[A ]| That$6#2$ idiot thinks the tawdry harlot is glad 082:01,278[A ]| To$9$ serve him now for$4$ favours she has had. 082:01,279[A ]| But who$6#2$, dear Hally, ever heard before 082:01,280[A ]| Of gratitude in$4$ any common whore? 082:01,281[A ]| She mounts the price and goes half snack herself, 082:01,282[A ]| And well knows how to$9$ cully such an elf. 082:01,283[A ]| Poor Jenny I must needs much more applaud, 082:01,284[A ]| A better whore, and truer friend and bawd. 082:01,285[A ]| Like$4$ the French King, he all his conquests buys, 082:01,286[A ]| And powerful guineas still subdue their eyes. 082:01,287[A ]| How his smug little black-eyed harlot gazed 082:01,288[A ]| On$4$ his broad gold, and fine apartments praised! 082:01,289[A ]| But fucked, not trusting to$4$ the miser's truth, 082:01,290[A ]| Like$4$ Joseph's sacks, with money in$4$ her mouth; 082:01,291[A ]| Sometimes he will$1$ venture for$4$ himself to$9$ trade, 082:01,292[A ]| With awkward grace, at balls and masquerade. 082:01,293[A ]| But what was the proud coxcomb ever the near, 082:01,294[A ]| Unless he got my Lady*Gerard there? 082:01,295[A ]| Her qualities to$4$ all the world are known, 082:01,296[A ]| Fair as his kin, and honest as her own. 082:01,297[A ]| She makes her brothel worse than common stews, 082:01,298[A ]| And loves to$9$ swive in$4$ her own tribe, like$4$ Jews: 082:01,299[A ]| Incest with nearest blood, adultery, all 082:01,300[A ]| Her darling sins, we may well deadly call. 082:01,301[A ]| Whatever in$4$ times of yore she may have been, 082:01,302[A ]| Her lust has now parched up$5$ her rivelled skin. 082:01,303[A ]| Thou town of Edmonton, I charge, declare 082:01,304[A ]| What she and Wolseley did so$5#1$ often there. 082:01,305[A ]| That$6#2$ scribbling fool, who$6#1$ writes to$4$ her in$4$ metre, 082:01,306[A ]| And only speaks his songs to$9$ make them sweeter: 082:01,307[A ]| Great Virgil's true reverse in$4$ sense and fate, 082:01,308[A ]| For$4$ what another writ procured his hate. 082:01,309[A ]| To$9$ be but thought a wit, he lost his place; 082:01,310[A ]| And yet to$9$ show he is not of that$6#2$ race, 082:01,311[A ]| Will$1$ write himself, and add to$4$ his disgrace. 082:01,312[A ]| His Valentinian's learned preface shines, 082:01,313[A ]| Like$4$ Memphis' siege or Bulloigne's radiant times. 082:01,314[A ]| Among the muses all his time he spends, 082:01,315[A ]| And his whole study towards Parnassus bends: 082:01,316[A ]| Yet if for$4$ his, one handsome thought be shown, 082:01,317[A ]| Stop the dull thief ~~ I will$1$ swear it is not his own. 082:01,318[A ]| Satire is his joy, but if he do not improve, 082:01,319[A ]| Give me his hatred, let her take his love. 082:01,320[A ]| That$6#2$ fop she, Herbert, more than thee admires; 082:01,321[A ]| He oftener quenches her lascivious fires. 082:01,322[A ]| In$4$ vain poor Harry, with ridiculous joy, 082:01,323[A ]| Shows her and every fool his hopeful boy. 082:01,324[A ]| His city songstress says he keeps such pother 082:01,325[A ]| She is sure he will$1$ never be able to$9$ get another. 082:01,326[A ]| Join then, propitious stars, their widowed store, 082:01,327[A ]| And make them happy, as they were before; 082:01,328[A ]| That$6#2$ is, may the decayed incestuous punk 082:01,329[A ]| Swill like$4$ his spouse, and he, like$4$ hers, die drunk. 082:01,330[A ]| Why, Haughton, has the good old Queen the grace, 082:01,331[A ]| To$9$ see thy bearlike mien and baboon face? 082:01,332[A ]| Her court, the gods be praised, has long been free 082:01,333[A ]| From Irish prigs and such dull sots as thee. 082:01,334[A ]| The wakeful general, conscious of thy charms, 082:01,335[A ]| Dreads thine, as much as Monmouth's fierce alarms. 082:01,336[A ]| Yet sure there is a greater ditch between 082:01,337[A ]| A greasy Whiggish dolt and Charles his Queen. 082:01,338[A ]| There is, and Houghton soars not yet so$5#1$ high, 082:01,339[A ]| His ogling pigsnies gloat on$4$ Lady*Di. 082:01,340[A ]| That$6#2$ gudgeon on$4$ soft baits will$1$ only bite, 082:01,341[A ]| For$3$ easy conquests are his sole delight. 082:01,342[A ]| And none can say but that$6#2$ his judgment is good, 082:01,343[A ]| For$3$ all the Kirkes are made of flesh and blood. 082:01,344[A ]| Vernon, the glory of that$6#2$ lustful tribe, 082:01,345[A ]| Scorns to$9$ be meanly purchased with a bribe: 082:01,346[A ]| To$4$ fame and honour hates to$9$ be a slave, 082:01,347[A ]| But freely gives what nature freely gave. 082:01,348[A ]| Like$4$ heirs to$4$ crowns with sure credentials born, 082:01,349[A ]| Her hasty bastards private entries scorn; 082:01,350[A ]| In$4$ midst of courts and in$4$ the mid of day, 082:01,351[A ]| With little peril force their easy way. 082:01,352[A ]| But Woodford is, methinks, a better seat, 082:01,353[A ]| And for$4$ distended wems a safe retreat. 082:01,354[A ]| It was well advised old Kirk no$2$ dangers feared; 082:01,355[A ]| No$2$ groans, nor yelling cries, can there be heard: 082:01,356[A ]| In$4$ this lewd town and these censorious times, 082:01,357[A ]| Where every whore rails at each other's crimes, 082:01,358[A ]| Fair Theodosia! thy romantic name 082:01,359[A ]| Had sure been blasted with eternal shame: 082:01,360[A ]| But thy wise stratagems so$5#1$ well were laid, 082:01,361[A ]| I would almost swear thou art a very maid. 082:01,362[A ]| Go on$5$, and scorn our common swiving rules; 082:01,363[A ]| Let Warcup make thy incestuous uncles fools: 082:01,364[A ]| While prudence pimps, and such a foe combines, 082:01,365[A ]| Impregnate more and more thy seedy loins; 082:01,366[A ]| Thou still art safe, though thy large womb should bear 082:01,367[A ]| Like$4$ hers, who$6#1$ teemed for$4$ every day of the year. 082:01,368[A ]| Proud Oxford justly thinks her Dutch-built shape 082:01,369[A ]| A little too unwieldy for$4$ a rape. 082:01,370[A ]| Yet being conscious it will$1$ tumble down, 082:01,371[A ]| At first assault surrenders up$5$ the town. 082:01,372[A ]| But no$2$ kind conqueror has yet thought fit 082:01,373[A ]| To$9$ make it his beloved imperial seat. 082:01,374[A ]| That$6#2$ battered fort, which$6#1$ they with ease deceive, 082:01,375[A ]| Pillaged and sacked, to$4$ the next foe they leave. 082:01,376[A ]| And haughty Di in$4$ just revenge will$1$ lig, 082:01,377[A ]| Although she starve, with any senseless Whig; 082:01,378[A ]| Not that$3$ to$4$ any principle she is firm, 082:01,379[A ]| But is debauched by$4$ damned seducing sperm. 082:01,380[A ]| Sidney well knew the banning hour, when seven, 082:01,381[A ]| God's Wounds! throws out, or else God's Blood! eleven: 082:01,382[A ]| When her decrepit spendthrift, troopless rook, 082:01,383[A ]| Is meek as Moses hid in$4$ fire and smoke. 082:01,384[A ]| Our Sacred Writ does learnedly relate, 082:01,385[A ]| For$4$ one poor babe two mothers hot debate: 082:01,386[A ]| But our two doughty heroes, I am told, 082:01,387[A ]| Which$6#1$ is the truest father, fiercely scold. 082:01,388[A ]| Both claims seem just and great, but generous Hales, 082:01,389[A ]| Who$6#1$ always is on$4$ the right side, prevails. 082:01,390[A ]| He will$1$ not only save its life, but soul; 082:01,391[A ]| So$3$ poor Phil*Kirke is fubbed off for$4$ a fool. 082:01,392[A ]| But it is all one; Sir*Courtly*Nice does swear 082:01,393[A ]| He will$1$ go to$4$ Mrs%*Grace of Exeter. 082:01,394[A ]| But why to$4$ Ireland, Braithwaite? Will$1$ that$6#2$ clime, 082:01,395[A ]| Dost thou imagine, make an easy time? 082:01,396[A ]| Ungratefully indeed thou didst requite 082:01,397[A ]| The skilful goddess of the silent night, 082:01,398[A ]| By$4$ whose kind help thou wast so$5#1$ oft before 082:01,399[A ]| Delivered safely on$4$ thy native shore. 082:01,400[A ]| Thy belly shined, and an unusual load 082:01,401[A ]| Made thee believe Kirke's shoulders were too broad. 082:01,402[A ]| And thou wouldst be sure we should not hear thee roar: 082:01,403[A ]| And if poor tuzzy muzzy should be tore, 082:01,404[A ]| Wisely resolved Ned should never see it more: 082:01,405[A ]| But since all is well, return, that$3$ we may laugh 082:01,406[A ]| At Irish cunts, which$6#1$ in$4$ all climes are safe. 082:01,407[A ]| Justly, false Monmouth, did thy lord declare, 082:01,408[A ]| Thou shouldst not in$4$ his crown nor empire share. 082:01,409[A ]| Indeed, dear Limp, it was a just design, 082:01,410[A ]| Seeing he had so$5#1$ small a share of thine. 082:01,411[A ]| Brave Feversham, that$6#2$ thundering son of arms, 082:01,412[A ]| With powerful magic conquered both your charms. 082:01,413[A ]| Virtue, thy weak lieutenant, run away, 082:01,414[A ]| Just like$4$ that$6#2$ cursed miscreant, coward Gray; 082:01,415[A ]| And as poor James from his new subjects did, 082:01,416[A ]| At last from thy fair breast the general fled. 082:01,417[A ]| His conversation, wit, and parts, and mien 082:01,418[A ]| Deserved, he thought, at least a widowed queen. 082:01,419[A ]| Nor wert thou sorry, since most seeds are found 082:01,420[A ]| To$9$ flourish better when we change the ground. 082:01,421[A ]| He, struck in$4$ years and spent in$4$ toils and war, 082:01,422[A ]| Could please thee less than did the strong Dunbar: 082:01,423[A ]| Never was a truer stallion; to$4$ his cost, 082:01,424[A ]| He, as he was most able, loved thee most. 082:01,425[A ]| But politic Monmouth thought it too much grace 082:01,426[A ]| For$4$ one to$9$ enjoy too long so$5#1$ great a place. 082:01,427[A ]| Cornwallis next succeeds the lovely train, 082:01,428[A ]| And round his neck displays a captive's chain: 082:01,429[A ]| He, greater fool than any of the rest, 082:01,430[A ]| They say, will$1$ marry with the trimming beast; 082:01,431[A ]| Which$6#1$ if he does, Oh! may his blood be shed 082:01,432[A ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ high throne where her last traitor bled. 082:01,433[A ]| Mysterious powers! what wondrous influence 082:01,434[A ]| Governs, ye ruling stars, poor mortal's sense? 082:01,435[A ]| What unknown motive our dread King persuades, 082:01,436[A ]| To$9$ make lewd Ogle mother of the maids? 082:01,437[A ]| The gracious Prince had sure much wiser been, 082:01,438[A ]| Had he made Stamford tutoress to$4$ the Queen; 082:01,439[A ]| And then, perhaps, her chaste instructions would 082:01,440[A ]| Have saved a world of unbegotten blood. 082:01,441[A ]| But pious James, with profound parts endued, 082:01,442[A ]| Will$1$ prefer none but whom he knows are lewd. 082:01,443[A ]| Sophia, Belasyse and all the court breed, 082:01,444[A ]| Ladies of wondrous honour are indeed. 082:01,445[A ]| Ye scoundrel nymphs, whom rags and scabs adorn, 082:01,446[A ]| Than that$6#2$ small paltry whore more highly born, 082:01,447[A ]| If you are wise, apply yourselves betimes: 082:01,448[A ]| None highly merit now but by$4$ their crimes. 082:01,449[A ]| And the King does whatever he is bid by$4$ Grimes. 082:01,450[A ]| Which$6#1$ made the wiser choice is now our strife, 082:01,451[A ]| Hoyle his he-mistress or the Prince his wife: 082:01,452[A ]| Those traders sure will$1$ be beloved as well 082:01,453[A ]| As all the dainty, tender birds they sell. 082:01,454[A ]| The learned advocate, that$6#2$ rugged stump 082:01,455[A ]| Of old Noll's honour, always loved the Rump; 082:01,456[A ]| And it is no$2$ miracle, since all the Hoyles 082:01,457[A ]| Were given, they say, to$9$ raise intestine broils. 082:01,458[A ]| But seeing, to$4$ the upright juror is praise 082:01,459[A ]| We are returned to$4$ Ignoramus days, 082:01,460[A ]| The lawyer swears he greater hazard runs, 082:01,461[A ]| Who$6#1$ fucks one daughter than a hundred sons. 082:01,462[A ]| Preposterous fate! while poor Miss*Jenny bawds, 082:01,463[A ]| Each foreign fop her mother's charms applauds. 082:01,464[A ]| Autumnal whore! to$4$ every nation known! 082:01,465[A ]| A curse to$4$ them and scandal to$4$ her own. 082:01,466[A ]| Forgive me, chaster Hinton, if I name 082:01,467[A ]| Her stinking toes with thine of sweeter fame. 082:01,468[A ]| Thou wondrous pocky art and wondrous poor, 082:01,469[A ]| But as she is richer, she is a greater whore. 082:01,470[A ]| What with her breath, her armpits, and her feet, 082:01,471[A ]| Ten civet cats can hardly make her sweet. 082:01,472[A ]| From all the corners of our noisome town, 082:01,473[A ]| The filth of every brute ran freely down 082:01,474[A ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ insatiate strumpet's common shore, 082:01,475[A ]| Till it broke out and poisoned her all over. 082:01,476[A ]| Poor Buckingham in$4$ unsuccessful verse 082:01,477[A ]| And terms too mild did her lewd crimes rehearse: 082:01,478[A ]| Bold is the man that$6#1$ ventures such a flight; 082:01,479[A ]| Her life is a satire, which$6#1$ no$2$ pen can write: 082:01,480[A ]| And therefore cursed may she ever be, 082:01,481[A ]| As when old Hyde was catched with 7rem*in*re. 082:01,482[A ]| <7Caetera*desunt.>