but visits and away As fatal to it shines as those ' i th' Skyes 'T is never seen but some great Lady dyes The boasted favor you so precious hold To me 's no more than changing of my Gold What e're you gave I paid you back in Bliss Then wher 's the Obligation pray of this If heretofore you found grace in my Eyes Be thankful for it and let that suffice But VVoman Beggar-like still haunt the Door Where they 've receiv'd a Charity before Oh happy Sultan whom we barb'rous call How much refin'd art thou above us all Who envys not the joys of thy Serail Thee like some God! the trembling Crowd adore Each Man 's thy Slave and VVoman kind thy VVhore Methinks I see thee underneath the Shade Of Golden Ganopy supinely laid Thy crowding Slaves all silent as the Night But at thy nod all active as the light Secure in solid Sloth thou there dost reign And feel'st the joys of Love without the pain Each Female courts thee with a wishing Eye While thou with auful pride walk'st careless by Till thy kind Pledge as last marks out the Dame Thou fancy'st most to quench thy present flame Then from the Bed submissive she retires And thankful for the grace no more requires No loud reproach nor fond unwelcome sound Of Womens Tongues thy sacred Ear does wound If any do a nimble Mute strait tyes The True-loves-knot and stops her foolish cryes Thou fear'st no injur'd Kinsmans threatning Blade Nor Mid-night Ambushes by Rivals laid While here with aking Hearts our joys we tast Disturb'd by Swords like Democles his Feast On Poet Ninny CRusht by that just contempt his Follys bring On his craz'd Head the Vermin fain wou'd sting But never Satyr did so softly bite Or gentle George himself more gently write Born to no other but thy own disgrace Thou art a thing so wretched and so base Thou canst not ev'n offend but with thy Face And dost at once a sad example prove Of harmless malice and of hopeless love All pride and ugliness oh how we loath A nauseous Creature so compos'd of both How oft have we thy Cap'ring Person seen With dismal look and Melancholly Meene The just reverse of Nokes when he wou'd be Some mighty Heroe and makes love like thee Thou art below being laught at out of spight Men gaze upon thee as a hideous sight And cry there goes the Melancholly Knight There are some modest Fools we dayly see Modest and dull why they are Wits to thee For of all Folly sure the very top Is a conceited Ninny and a Fop. With Face of Farce joyn'd to a Head Romancy Ther 's no such Coxcomb as your Fool of fancy But 't is too much on so dispis'd a Theam No Man wou'd dabble in a dirty Stream The worst that I cou'd write wou'd be no more Then what thy very Friends have said before My Lord All-Pride BUrsting with Pride the loath'd Impostume swells Pr-k him he sheads his Venom strait and smells But 't is so lewd a Scribler that he writes with as much forch to Nature as he fights Hardned in shame 't is such a baffled Fop That ev'ry Scool-boy whips him like a Top And with his Arme and Head his Brains so weak That his starved fancy is compell'd to take Among the Excrements of others wit To make a stinking Meal of what they shit So Swine for nasty Meat to Dunghil run And toss their gruntlinst Snowts up when they 've done Again his Stars the Coxcomb ever strives And to be something they forbid contrives With a Red Nose Splay Foot and Goggle Eye A Plough Mans looby Meene Face all a wry With stinking Breath and ev'ry loathsome mark The Punchianello sets up for a Spark With equal self conceit too he bears Arms But with that vile success his part performs That the Burlesques his Trade and what is best In others turns like Harlequin in jest So have I seen at Smithfields wondrous Fair When all his Brother Monsters florish there A Lubbard Elephant divert the Town With making Legs and shooting off a Gun Go where he will he never fiends a Eriend Shame and derision all his steps attend Alike abroad at home 'i th Camp and Court This Knight o' th Burning Pestle make us sport Captain Ramble WHilst Duns were knocking at my Door I lay in Bed with wreeking Whore With Back so weak and Pr k fo sore yo'ud wonder I rais'd my Doe and laid her Gown I pinn'd her VVhisk and dropt a Crown She pist and then I drove her down Like Thunder From Chamber then I went to Dinner And drank small Beer like mournful Sinner But still I thaught the Devil in her Clytoris I sat at Muscots in the dark And heard a Tradesman and a Spark A Scriv'ner and a Lawyers Clark Tell Stories From thence I went with muffled Face To the Dukes House and took a place In which I spew'd may 't please his Grace Or Highness Had I been hang'd I cou'd not choose But laugh at VVhores who dropt from Stews Seeing that Mrs Marg'ret Hews So fine is When Play was done I call'd a Link Hearing some paultry pieces chink Within my Breeches how ' dye think I employ'd em Why Sir I went to Mrs. Speerings Where some were Cursing others Swearing Never a Barrel better Herring Per fidem Seave'ns the Main 't is Eight God damn me 'T is Six said I as God shall save me And being true they cou'd not blame me So saying Save me quoth one what Shamaroone Is this has beg'd an Afternoon Of 's Mother to go up and down A playing Now this to me was worse than killing Mistake me not for I am willing And able both to drop a Shilling Or Two Sir Well said my Lad Quoth Bully Hack With Whiskers stern and Cordibeck Pinn'd up behind his scabby Neck To shew Sir With Mangy Fist he graspt the Box Giving the Table bloody knocks Calling upon the Plague and Pox To assist him Ten Shillings from me he did snach He 'd like to have made a quick dispatch Nor wou'd Times Register my VVatch Have mist him As luck wou'd have it in came VVill Perceiving things went very ill Quoth he thou 'dst better go and swill Canary We stee'rd our Course to Dragon Green Which in Fleet-street to be seen Where we drank VVine not foul but clean Contrary Our Host Eclipsed Thomas Hammon Presented slice of Bacon Gamon VVhich made us swallow Sack as Salmon Does Water Being over warm with the last debauch I grew as drunk as any Roach VVhen hot Back'd Wardens did opproach Or later But see the damn'd confounded fate Attends on drinking VVine so late I drew my Sword on honest Kate I' th Kitchin VVhich Hammonds Wife cou'd not endure I told her though she look'd demure That she came latly I was sure From Bitching We broke our Glasses out of hand As many Oaths we did command As Hastings Savin Southerland Or Ogle Then I cry'd up Sir Harry Fain And swore by God I wou'd mantain Episcopacy was too plain A juggle And having now discharg'd the House We did reserve a gentle Souse With which we drank another Rouse At the Bar. And now good Christians all attend To drunkenness pray put an end I doe advise you as a Friend And Neighbor For lo the mortal here behold Who cautious was in days of old Is now become rash sturdy bold And free Sir For having scap't the Tavern so There never was a greater Foe Encountr'd yet by Pompey no Nor Caesar. A Cunstable both stern and dread Who is from Mustard Brooms and Thread Preferr'd to be the Brainless head O' th' People A Gown h 'ad on with Age made gray A Hat too which as Folks do say Is Sir-name'd to this very Day A Steeple His Staff which knew as well as he The business of Authority Stood bolt upright at sight of me Most true t is The Lowsey Currs that heither come To keep the Kings peace safe at home Yet cannot keep the Vermin from Their Cutis Stand stand says one and come before You lye said I like a Sun of a Where I can't nor will not stand that 's more De mutter You watchful Knaves I 'll tell you what Your Officer i' th' May-Pole-Hat I 'll make as drunk as any Rat. Or Otter The Constable began to swell Although he lik'd the motion well Quoth he my Friends this I must tell You clearly The Pestilence yon can't forget Nor th' dispute with the Dutch nor yet The dreadful Fire that made us get Up early From which quoth he I this infer To have a Bodies Conscience clear Excelleth any costly Cheer Or Banquet Besides and faith I think he wept Were it not better you had kept Within your Chamber and have slept In Blanket But I 'll advise you by and by A pox of all advice said I Your Janizaries look as dry As Vulkan We came not here to talk of Sin Come here 's a Shilling fetch it in Our business now is to begin A full Can At last I made the VVatch-men drunk Examin'd here and there a Punck And then away to Bed I slunk To hide it Now these my wishes are to you Who will those dangers not Eschue That ye may all go home and spew As I did On Rome's Pardon IF Rome can pardon Sins as Romans hold And if those Pardons can be bought and sold It were no Sin t' adore and worship Gold If they can purchase Pardons with a Sum For Sins they may commit in time to come And for Sins past 't is verywell for Rome At this rate they are happy'st that have most They 'll purchase Heav'n at their own proper cost Alas the Poor all that are so are lost Whence came this knack or when did it begin What Author have they or who brought it in Did Christ e're keep a Cusiom-house for Sin Some subtle Devil without more ado Did certainly this sly invention brew To gull'em of their Souls and Money too FINIS Sir R. 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to have some wit so far advance The interest of Fools that I approve Their merit more than Mens of wit and love But in our Sex too may proofs there are Of such whom Wits undone and Fools repair This in my time was so observ'd a Rule Hardly a Wench in Town but had her Fool The meanest common Slut who long was grown The jeast and scorn of ev'ry Pit Buffoone Had yet left charms enough to have subdu'd Some Fop or other fond to be thought lewd F cou'd make an Irish Lord a Nokes And B M had her City Cokes A Womans ne're so ruin'd but she can Be still reveng'd on her undoer Man How lost soe're she 'le find some Lover more A more abandon'd Fool than she a Whores That wretched thing Corinna who has run Through all the several ways of being undone Couzen'd at first by love and living then By turning thee too dear-bought-cheat on Men. Gay were the hours and wing'd with joy they slew VVhen first the Town her early Beauties knew Courted admir'd and lov'd with Presents fed Youth in her Cheeks and pleasure in her Bed Till Fate or her ill Angel thought it fit To make her dote upon a Man of Wit VVho found 't was dull to love above a Day Made his ill natur'd jest and went away Now scorn'd of all for saken and opprest Shee 's a Memento mori to the rest Diseas'd decay'd to take up Half a Crown Must Morgage her Long Scarfe Mantoe-Gown Poor Greature who unheard of as a Fly In some dark hole must all the Winter lye And want she must endure a whole half year That for one Month she Tawdry may appear In Easter Terme she gets her a new Gown When my young Masters Worship comes to Town From Pedagogue and Mother jest set free The hopeful Heir of a great Family Who with strong Beer and Beef the Country rules And ever since the Conqnest have been Fools And still with careful prospect to maintain This Charecter least crossing of the Strain Shou'd mend the Body Breed his Friends provide A Couzen of his own to be his Bride And thus set out VVith an Estate no Wit and a young Wife The soled comforts of a Coxcomb's life Dunghil and Peas forfook he comes to Town Turus Spark learns to be lewd and is undone Nothing sutes worse with Vice than want of sense Fools are still wicked at their own expence This o're grown School-Boy lost Corinna wins At the first dush to make an Asse begins Pretends to like a Man that has not known The Vanilies nor Vices of the Town Fresh in his youth and faithful in his love Eager of joys which he does seldom prove Healthful and strong he does no pains endure But what the fair one he adores can cure Greateful for favours does the Sex esteem And Libells none for being kind to him Then of the lewdness of the Town complains Railes at the Witts and Atheists and maintains 'T is better than good sense than Paw'r or Wealth To have a Blood untained youth and health The ill-bred Puppy who had never seen A Creature look so gay or talk so fine Believes then falls in love and then in debt Mortgages all ev'n to the Antient Seat To buy this Mystriss a new House for life To give her Plate and Jewels Robs his Wife And when to the height of fondness he is grown 'T is time to poyson him and all 's her own Thus meeting in her common Arms his Fate He leaves her Bastard Heir to his Estate And as the Race of such an Owl deserves His own dull lawful Progeny he starves Nature who never made a thing in vain But does each Insect to some end ordain VVisely provides kind-keeping Fools no doubt To patch up Vices Men of Wit were out Thus she ran on Two hours some grains of sense Still mixt with Volleys of impertinence But now 't is time I shou'd some pitty show To Cloe since I cannot choose but know Readers must reap the dullness VVriters sow By the next Post I will such Stories tell As joyn'd to these shall to a Valume swell Truer than Heaven more infamous than Hall But you are tir'd and so am I Farewel The Imperfect Enjoyment NAked she lay claspt in my longing Arms I fill'd with Love and she all over charms Both equally inspir'd with eager fire Melting through kindness flaming in desire With Arms Legs Lips close clinging to embrace She clips me to her Breast and sucks me to her Face The nimble Tongue Love's lesser Lightning plaid Within my Mouth and to my thoughts convey'd Swift Orders that I shou'd prepare to throw The All-dissolving Thunderbolt below My flutt'ring Soul sprung with the pointed kiss Hangs hov'ring o're her Balmy Limbs of Bliss But whilst her busie hand wou'd guide that part VVhich shou'd convey my Soul up to her Heart In liquid Raptures I dissolve all o're Melt into Sperme and spend at ev'ry Pore A touch from any part of her had don 't Her Hand her Foot her very look's a Cunt. Smiling she chids in a kind murm'ring Noise And from her Body wips the clammy joys VVhen with a Thousand Kisses wand'ring o're My panting Breast and is there then no móre She cries All this to Love and Rapture 's due Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too But I the most forlone lost Man alive To shew my wisht Obedience vanly strive I sing alas and Kiss but cannot Swive Eager desires confound my first intent Succeeding shame does more success prevent And Rage at last confirms me impotent Ev'n her fair Hand which might bid heat return To frozen Age and make cold Hermits burn Apply'd to my dead Cinder warms no more Than Fire to Ashes cou'd past Flames restore Trembling confus'd despairing limber dry A wishing weak unmoving lump Hy This Dart of love whose piercing point oft try'd With Virgin blood ten thousand Maids has dy'd Which Nature still directed with such Art That it through ev'ry C t reacht ev'ry Heart Stiffly resolv'd t wou'd carelesly invade Woman or Boy nor ought its fury staid Where e're it pierc'd a Cunt it found or made Now languid lies in this unhappy hour Shrunk up and Sapless like a wither'd Flow'r Thou treacherous base and deserter of my flame False to my passion fatal to my Fame By what mistaken Magick dost thou prove So true to lewdness so untrue to Love What Oyster Cinder Beggar common Whore Didst thou e're fail in all thy Life before When Vice Disease and Scandal lead the way VVith what officious hast dost thou obey Like a Rude-roaring Hector in the Streets That Scuffles Cuffs and Ruffles all he meets But if his King or Country claim his Aid The Rascal Villain shrinks and hides his head Ev'n so thy Brutal Valor is displaid Breaks ev'ry Stews does each small Whore invade But if great Love the onset does command Base recreant to thy Prince thou darst not stand VVorst part of me and henceforth
These Whitehall must admit aud such other unhouse ye Each day lets in the drunk whilst it lets out the drowsey And no place in the World shifts so oft to be Lowsey Thank the Guard c. Some to Scotland-yard sneak and the Sutlers Wise kisses But dispairing of drink till some Country man pisses And pays too for no place in the Court must be given To the Can Office then all a Foot Soldiers Heav'n Where he finds a foul Fox soon and cures Sir Stephen On the Guard c. Some at Shite-house publick where a Rag always goes At once emty their Guts and diminish their Cloths Though their Mouths are poor Pimps Whore and Bacon being all Their chief Food yet their Bums we true Courtiers may call For what they eat in the Suburbs they shite at Whitehall For the Guard c. Such a like pack of Cards to the Park making entry Here and there deal an Ace which the Jews call a Centry Which in bad Houses of Boards stand to tell what a Clock 't is Where they keep up tame Red Coats as men keep up tame Foxes Or Apothecaries lay up their Dogs T-ds in Boxes Oh the Guard c. Some of these are planted though it has been their lucks Of 't to steal Country Geese now to watch the Ks. Ducks VVhile some others are set in the side that has VVood in To stand Pimps to black Masques that are of thither footing Just as Huswives set Cuckolds to tend their black Pudding Oh the Guard c. VVhilst another true Trojan to some passage runs As to keep in the Debtor so to kep out the Duns Or a Prentice or his Mistris with Oaths to confound Till he hies him from the Park as from forbidden ground Cause his credit is whole and his Wench may be sound And quits the Guard c. Now it 's Night and the Patrole in Ale-house droun'd For nought else but the Pot and their Brains walk the round VVhilst like Hell the Commanders Guard Chambers does shew There 's such damning their selves and all else of the Crew For though these cheat their Men they give the Devil his due On the Guard c. VVhilst a Main after main at old Hazard they throw And their Quarrels grow high as their Mony grows low Strait thy threaten hard using bad Faces for frowns To revenge on the Flesh the default of the Bones But the blood 's in their Hose and in Oaths all their VVounds Like the Guard c. In the Morning they fight just as much as they pray For some one to the King does the tidings convey For preventiug of Murder Oh 't is a wise way Though not one of 'em knows as a Thousand dare say VVhat belongs to a dead Man unless in his pay For the Guard c. VVith their skins they march home no more hurt than their Drums But for scratching of Faces or biting of Thumbs And now hey for fat Alewives and Tradsmen grow leane For the Captain grown Bankrupt recruits him agen VVith sending out Tickets and turning out Men. From the Guard c. Strait the poor Rogue 's Cashier'd with a Care and a curse Fall from wounding no Men now to cut ev'ry Purse And what then Man 's a Worm these we Glow-worms may name For as they 're dark of Body have Tails all a flame So tho these liv'd in Oaths yet they dye with a Psalm Farewel Guard c. Ephelia to Bajazet HOw far are they deceiv'd who hope in vain A lasting Lease of joys from Love t' obtain All the dear sweets or promise or expect After enjoyment turns we cold neglect Cou'd love a constant happiness have known The mighty wonder had in me been shown Our Passions are so favored by Fate As if she meant 'em an Eternal Date So kind he look'd such tender words he spoke 'T was past belief such Vows shou'd e're be broke Fixt on my Eyes how often wou'd he say He cou'd with pleasure gaze an Age away When thoughts too great for words had made him mute In kisses he wou'd till my hand his Suit So great his passions was so far above The common Gallantryes that pass for love At worst I thought if he unkind shou'd prove His ebbing passion wou'd be kinder far Than the First transports of all others are Nor was my love or fondness less than his In him I center'd all my hopes of Bliss For him my duty to my Friends forgot For him I lost alas what lost I not Fame all the valuable things of life To meet his love by a less name then VVife How happy was I then how dearly blest When this great Man lay panting on my Breast Looking such things as ne're can be exprest Thousand fresh looks he gave me ev'ry hour Whilst greedily I did his looks devour Till quite o'recome with Charmes I trembling lay At ev'ry look he gave melted away I was so highly happy in his love Methoughts I pitti'd them that dwelt above Think then thou greatest lovelyest falsest Man How you have vow'd how I have lov'd and then My faithless dear be cruel if you can How I have lov'd I cannot need not tell No ev'ry act has shown I lov'd to well Since first I saw you I ne're had a thought Was not entirely yours to you I brought My Virgin Innocence and freely made My love an Off'ing to your noble Bed Since when y 'ave been the Star by which I steer'd And nothing else but you I lov'd or fear'd Your smiles I only live by and I must When e're you frown be shatter'd into Dust. Oh! can the coldness that you shew me now Suit with the gen'rous heart you once did shew I cannot live on pitty or respect A thought so mean wou'd my whole love infect Less than your love I scorn Sir to expect Let me not live in dull indiff'rency But give me rage enough to make me dye For if from you I needs must meet my Fate Before your pitty I wou'd choose your hate A very Heroical Epistle in Answer to Ephelia Madam IF your deceiv'd it is not by my Cheat For all disguises are below the great What Man or VVoman upon Earth can say I ever us'd 'em well above a Day How is it then that I inconstant am He changes not who always is the same In my dear self I center ev'ry thing My Servants Friends My Mrs. and my King Nay Heav'n and Earth to that one poynt I bring We 'll manner'd honest generous and stout Names by dull Fools to plague Mankind found out Shou'd I regard I must my self constrain And 't is my Maxim to avoid all pain You fondly look for what none e're cou'd find Deceive your self and then call me unkind And by false Reasons wou'd my falshood prove For 't is as natural to change as love You may as justly at the Sun repine Because alike it does not always shine No glorious thing was ever made to stay My blazing Star