With Madam N---y, or his Dutchefs,
To come the fooner to his Crutches,
By tiring Age with his Debauches,
But prefently fome witty Flirt
Muft fing aloud the M------- Sport.
That all the factious Town must know
The Secret,where,with whom, and how;
As if his Lordship had a Patent
To publish all that fhould be latent;
And that no other Bard was free
To deal in Bawdy Wit, but he:
Yet, tho' his Poems are fo lufhcous,
That all the Modeft think 'em naucous,
They steal, with godly Books of Pray'r
Into the Clofets of the Fair,
And oft are made unfeemly Neighbours
To Rev'rend Baxter's Pious Labours,
And by the Godly Dame selected ·
From Sermons, not fo much refpected;
Hug'd by the bye, and valu'd more,
Than all flie ever read before.
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For Ladies, tho' on Damask Cufheon,
They fham their Maids with their De
And kneel at Church, on Mat or Hallock,
To honour Holy Gown and Caffock,
Yet, by themfelves, they never fail,
To dearly love a Bawdy Tale;
Or will they want a Friend to fhow 'em,
Each fulfome Book or smutty Poem;
Efpecially if well affur'd,
'Tis the blunt Offspring of My Lord,
Who always takes the liberty,
Not to fpell Sunt with S, but C.
So those who wear the Holy Robes,
That rail fo much at Father Hobs,
Because he'as fo expos'd of late,
The nakedness of Church and State,
Yet, tho' they do his Books condemn,
They love to buy and read the fame.
All have an Itch, from High to Low, Qf knowing what we fhould not know.
This Noble Peer, fo fam'd for writing
Satyrs, fo bawdy and fo biting,
Who for lampooningChurch andCrown,
Ufurps the Bays from all the Town,
May boaft himfelf, we must allow it,
Lord, Atheist, Mountebank and Poet,
Rake, Coward, Libertine, but yet
A Man of Learning and of Wit;
Who, to provoke the vicious Age,
To an infatiate luftful Rage,
Expends more time,and takes more pains
In his licentious tickling Strains,
With am'rous Fires to lewdly warm us,
Than all the Prelates to reform us:
And,that the World may know the better
From Mettle falls his Standard Meter,
He ftamps his own Poetick Coin,
With P, or C, in e'ery Line;
And if thofe taking Marks you mifs,.
You may be fure it is not his ;---
For, when he handles Pen and Ink,
His lufhcous Rhimes would make us
(think, They fprang not from Imagination, But, in the height of lustful Passion, Were got by carnal Copulation.
Such are the Ladies, fuch the Lords, That merry C-----s alone regards; So Tame a Pe, fo L----da Court, Whofe Vices are each others Sport; Cuckolds fo cow'rdly and fo bafe, Lafcivious Wives fo void of Grace; Rebels fo daring and fo bold, Cullies fo foolish, tho' fo old; Knaves fo fuccefsful and fecure, Merit fo flighted and so poor; A factious undermining Crew, So Pious and Rebellious too: Such Stars could furely never fhine, OC-s! round any TebutThine:
Thy great example prompts each'Spouse
To make a Jeft of Marriage-Vows;
Encourages each beauteous Dame
To Sin, without the fear of Shame;
Makes all thy P---s turn Keeping C----5,
To imitate Thy Ply Follies.
Go on, Good C-.---s, that we, in time,
May fee Adultery deem'd no Crime,
And Marriage cease thro'out the Nation,
To be a Lawful Obligation.
For who can blame us, if we ftray,
Since R----1 G------fs leads the way.
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