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Much 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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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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