A Ramble In St. James's Park Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDFGGGHHDDIIJJKK IIGGLLKKKKMM KKKKDDGGDD DD KKNNIIGGGGGGIIKKGG GGKKKK IIGGGG KKKKGGKK GGGGGGKKIIKKGGGGGGOI KK GGKKMMDDPIDDQQIIRRKK SSKKGGMM TIGGGGKKDDKKKDIQKKDD KKKKKKUVIIDD MMMuch wine had passed with grave discourse | A |
Of who f cks who and who does worse | B |
Such as you usually do hear | C |
From those that diet at the Bear | D |
When I who still take care to see | E |
Drunkenness relieved by lechery | D |
Went out into St James's Park | F |
To cool my head and fire my heart | G |
But though St James has th' honor on 't | G |
'Tis consecrate to prick and c nt | G |
There by a most incestuous birth | H |
Strange woods spring from the teeming earth | H |
For they relate how heretofore | D |
When ancient Pict began to whore | D |
Deluded of his assignation | I |
Jilting it seems was then in fashion | I |
Poor pensive lover in this place | J |
Would frig upon his mother's face | J |
Whence rows of mandrakes tall did rise | K |
Whose lewd tops f cked the very skies | K |
Each imitative branch does twine | I |
In some loved fold of Aretine | I |
And nightly now beneath their shade | G |
Are buggeries rapes and incests made | G |
Unto this all sin sheltering grove | L |
Whores of the bulk and the alcove | L |
Great ladies chambermaids and drudges | K |
The ragpicker and heiress trudges | K |
Carmen divines great lords and tailors | K |
Prentices poets pimps and jailers | K |
Footmen fine fops do here arrive | M |
And here promiscuously they swive | M |
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Along these hallowed walks it was | K |
That I beheld Corinna pass | K |
Whoever had been by to see | K |
The proud disdain she cast on me | K |
Through charming eyes he would have swore | D |
She dropped from heaven that very hour | D |
Forsaking the divine abode | G |
In scorn of some despairing god | G |
But mark what creatures women are | D |
How infinitely vile when fair | D |
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Three knights o' the' elbow and the slur | D |
With wriggling tails made up to her | D |
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The first was of your Whitehall baldes | K |
Near kin t' th' Mother of the Maids | K |
Graced by whose favor he was able | N |
To bring a friend t' th' Waiters' table | N |
Where he had heard Sir Edward Sutton | I |
Say how the King loved Banstead mutton | I |
Since when he'd ne'er be brought to eat | G |
By 's good will any other meat | G |
In this as well as all the rest | G |
He ventures to do like the best | G |
But wanting common sense th' ingredient | G |
In choosing well not least expedient | G |
Converts abortive imitation | I |
To universal affectation | I |
Thus he not only eats and talks | K |
But feels and smells sits down and walks | K |
Nay looks and lives and loves by rote | G |
In an old tawdry birthday coat | G |
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The second was a Grays Inn wit | G |
A great inhabiter of the pit | G |
Where critic like he sits and squints | K |
Steals pocket handkerchiefs and hints | K |
From 's neighbor and the comedy | K |
To court and pay his landlady | K |
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The third a lady's eldest son | I |
Within few years of twenty one | I |
Who hopes from his propitious fate | G |
Against he comes to his estate | G |
By these two worthies to be made | G |
A most accomplished tearing blade | G |
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One in a strain 'twixt tune and nonsense | K |
Cries Madam I have loved you long since | K |
Permit me your fair hand to kiss | K |
When at her mouth her c nt cries Yes | K |
In short without much more ado | G |
Joyful and pleased away she flew | G |
And with these three confounded asses | K |
From park to hackney coach she passes | K |
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So a proud bitch does lead about | G |
Of humble curs the amorous rout | G |
Who most obsequiously do hunt | G |
The savory scent of salt swoln c nt | G |
Some power more patient now relate | G |
The sense of this surprising fate | G |
Gods that a thing admired by me | K |
Should fall to so much infamy | K |
Had she picked out to rub her arse on | I |
Some stiff pricked clown or well hung parson | I |
Each job of whose spermatic sluice | K |
Had filled her c nt with wholesome juice | K |
I the proceeding should have praised | G |
In hope sh' had quenched a fire I raised | G |
Such natural freedoms are but just | G |
There's something generous in mere lust | G |
But to turn a damned abandoned jade | G |
When neither head nor tail persuade | G |
To be a whore in understanding | O |
A passive pot for fools to spend in | I |
The devil played booty sure with thee | K |
To bring a blot on infamy | K |
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But why am I of all mankind | G |
To so severe a fate designed | G |
Ungrateful Why this treachery | K |
To humble fond believing me | K |
Who gave you privilege above | M |
The nice allowances of love | M |
Did ever I refuse to bear | D |
The meanest part your lust could spare | D |
When your lewd c nt came spewing home | P |
Drenched with the seed of half the town | I |
My dram of sperm was supped up after | D |
For the digestive surfeit water | D |
Full gorged at another time | Q |
With a vast meal of slime | Q |
Which your devouring c nt had drawn | I |
From porters' backs and footmen's brawn | I |
I was content to serve you up | R |
My ballock full for your grace cup | R |
Nor ever thought it an abuse | K |
While you had pleasure for excuse | K |
You that could make my heart away | S |
For noise and color and betray | S |
The secrets of my tender hours | K |
To such knight errant paramours | K |
When leaning on your faithless breast | G |
Wrapped in security and rest | G |
Soft kindness all my powers did move | M |
And reason lay dissolved in love | M |
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May stinking vapors choke your womb | T |
Such as the men you dote upon | I |
May your depraved appetite | G |
That could in whiffling fools delight | G |
Beget such frenzies in your mind | G |
You may go mad for the north wind | G |
And fixing all your hopes upon't | K |
To have him bluster in your c nt | K |
Turn up your longing arse t' th' air | D |
And perish in a wild despair | D |
But cowards shall forget to rant | K |
Schoolboys to frig old whores to paint | K |
The Jesuits' fraternity | K |
Shall leave the use of buggery | D |
Crab louse inspired with grace divine | I |
From earthly cod to heaven shall climb | Q |
Physicians shall believe in Jesus | K |
And disobedience cease to please us | K |
Ere I desist with all my power | D |
To plague this woman and undo her | D |
But my revenge will best be timed | K |
When she is married that is limed | K |
In that most lamentable state | K |
I'll make her feel my scorn and hate | K |
Pelt her with scandals truth or lies | K |
And her poor cur with jealousied | K |
Till I have torn him from her breech | U |
While she whines like a dog drawn bitch | V |
Loathed and despised kicked out o' th' Town | I |
Into some dirty hole alone | I |
To chew the cud of misery | D |
And know she owes it all to me | D |
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And may no woman better thrive | M |
That dares prophane the c nt I swive | M |
John Wilmot
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