God bless our good and gracious King,
Whose promise none relies on;
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.

John Wilmot

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This signior is sound, safe, ready, and dumb
As ever was candle, carrot, or thumb;
Then away with these nasty devices, and show
How you rate the just merits of Signior Dildo.

John Wilmot

Tags: thumb carrot candle dildo



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Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words,
Ill-natured though a whore,
Her belly is a bag of turds,
And her cunt a common shore.

John Wilmot

Tags: whores cunt whore



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All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on,
From the hector of France to the cully of Britain.

John Wilmot

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After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,
The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.
Let the ambitious zealot lay aside
His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;
Let slavish souls lay by their fear
Nor be concerned which way nor where
After this life they shall be hurled.
Dead, we become the lumber of the world,
And to that mass of matter shall be swept
Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.
Devouring time swallows us whole.
Impartial death confounds body and soul.
For Hell and the foul fiend that rules
God's everlasting fiery jails
(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),
With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,
Are senseless stories, idle tales,
Dreams, whimseys, and no more.

John Wilmot


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Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense

John Wilmot


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Man differs more from man than man from beast

John Wilmot


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Merely for safety, after fame we thirst,
For all men would be cowards if they durst.

John Wilmot


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BOLLOXIMIAN:

My pleasures for new cunts I will uphold,
And have reserves of kindness for the old.
I grant in absence dildo may be used
With milk of goats, when once our seed’s infused.
My prick no more to bald cunt shall resort—
Merkins rub off, and often spoil the sport.

POCKENELLO:

Let merkin, sir, be banished from the court.

PENE:

'Tis like a dead hedge when the land is poor.

John Wilmot

Tags: sex satire misogyny dildos merkins restoration-closet-drama



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