A Ramble In St. James's Park Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Much wine had passed with grave discourseA
Of who f cks who and who does worseB
Such as you usually do hearC
From those that diet at the BearD
When I who still take care to seeE
Drunkenness relieved by lecheryD
Went out into St James's ParkF
To cool my head and fire my heartG
But though St James has th' honor on 'tG
'Tis consecrate to prick and c ntG
There by a most incestuous birthH
Strange woods spring from the teeming earthH
For they relate how heretoforeD
When ancient Pict began to whoreD
Deluded of his assignationI
Jilting it seems was then in fashionI
Poor pensive lover in this placeJ
Would frig upon his mother's faceJ
Whence rows of mandrakes tall did riseK
Whose lewd tops f cked the very skiesK
Each imitative branch does twineI
In some loved fold of AretineI
And nightly now beneath their shadeG
Are buggeries rapes and incests madeG
Unto this all sin sheltering groveL
Whores of the bulk and the alcoveL
Great ladies chambermaids and drudgesK
The ragpicker and heiress trudgesK
Carmen divines great lords and tailorsK
Prentices poets pimps and jailersK
Footmen fine fops do here arriveM
And here promiscuously they swiveM
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Along these hallowed walks it wasK
That I beheld Corinna passK
Whoever had been by to seeK
The proud disdain she cast on meK
Through charming eyes he would have sworeD
She dropped from heaven that very hourD
Forsaking the divine abodeG
In scorn of some despairing godG
But mark what creatures women areD
How infinitely vile when fairD
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Three knights o' the' elbow and the slurD
With wriggling tails made up to herD
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The first was of your Whitehall baldesK
Near kin t' th' Mother of the MaidsK
Graced by whose favor he was ableN
To bring a friend t' th' Waiters' tableN
Where he had heard Sir Edward SuttonI
Say how the King loved Banstead muttonI
Since when he'd ne'er be brought to eatG
By 's good will any other meatG
In this as well as all the restG
He ventures to do like the bestG
But wanting common sense th' ingredientG
In choosing well not least expedientG
Converts abortive imitationI
To universal affectationI
Thus he not only eats and talksK
But feels and smells sits down and walksK
Nay looks and lives and loves by roteG
In an old tawdry birthday coatG
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The second was a Grays Inn witG
A great inhabiter of the pitG
Where critic like he sits and squintsK
Steals pocket handkerchiefs and hintsK
From 's neighbor and the comedyK
To court and pay his landladyK
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The third a lady's eldest sonI
Within few years of twenty oneI
Who hopes from his propitious fateG
Against he comes to his estateG
By these two worthies to be madeG
A most accomplished tearing bladeG
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One in a strain 'twixt tune and nonsenseK
Cries Madam I have loved you long sinceK
Permit me your fair hand to kissK
When at her mouth her c nt cries YesK
In short without much more adoG
Joyful and pleased away she flewG
And with these three confounded assesK
From park to hackney coach she passesK
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So a proud bitch does lead aboutG
Of humble curs the amorous routG
Who most obsequiously do huntG
The savory scent of salt swoln c ntG
Some power more patient now relateG
The sense of this surprising fateG
Gods that a thing admired by meK
Should fall to so much infamyK
Had she picked out to rub her arse onI
Some stiff pricked clown or well hung parsonI
Each job of whose spermatic sluiceK
Had filled her c nt with wholesome juiceK
I the proceeding should have praisedG
In hope sh' had quenched a fire I raisedG
Such natural freedoms are but justG
There's something generous in mere lustG
But to turn a damned abandoned jadeG
When neither head nor tail persuadeG
To be a whore in understandingO
A passive pot for fools to spend inI
The devil played booty sure with theeK
To bring a blot on infamyK
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But why am I of all mankindG
To so severe a fate designedG
Ungrateful Why this treacheryK
To humble fond believing meK
Who gave you privilege aboveM
The nice allowances of loveM
Did ever I refuse to bearD
The meanest part your lust could spareD
When your lewd c nt came spewing homeP
Drenched with the seed of half the townI
My dram of sperm was supped up afterD
For the digestive surfeit waterD
Full gorged at another timeQ
With a vast meal of slimeQ
Which your devouring c nt had drawnI
From porters' backs and footmen's brawnI
I was content to serve you upR
My ballock full for your grace cupR
Nor ever thought it an abuseK
While you had pleasure for excuseK
You that could make my heart awayS
For noise and color and betrayS
The secrets of my tender hoursK
To such knight errant paramoursK
When leaning on your faithless breastG
Wrapped in security and restG
Soft kindness all my powers did moveM
And reason lay dissolved in loveM
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May stinking vapors choke your wombT
Such as the men you dote uponI
May your depraved appetiteG
That could in whiffling fools delightG
Beget such frenzies in your mindG
You may go mad for the north windG
And fixing all your hopes upon'tK
To have him bluster in your c ntK
Turn up your longing arse t' th' airD
And perish in a wild despairD
But cowards shall forget to rantK
Schoolboys to frig old whores to paintK
The Jesuits' fraternityK
Shall leave the use of buggeryD
Crab louse inspired with grace divineI
From earthly cod to heaven shall climbQ
Physicians shall believe in JesusK
And disobedience cease to please usK
Ere I desist with all my powerD
To plague this woman and undo herD
But my revenge will best be timedK
When she is married that is limedK
In that most lamentable stateK
I'll make her feel my scorn and hateK
Pelt her with scandals truth or liesK
And her poor cur with jealousiedK
Till I have torn him from her breechU
While she whines like a dog drawn bitchV
Loathed and despised kicked out o' th' TownI
Into some dirty hole aloneI
To chew the cud of miseryD
And know she owes it all to meD
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And may no woman better thriveM
That dares prophane the c nt I swiveM

John Wilmot



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