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Three Poems by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (April 1, 1647-July 26, 1680) Regime de Vivre I rise at eleven, I dine about two, I get drunk before seven, and the next thing I do, I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap, I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap; Then we quarrel and scold, till I fall fast asleep, When the bitch growing bold, to my pocket does creep. Then slyly she leaves me, and to revenge the affront, At once she bereaves me of money and cunt. If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk, What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk! I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage. And missing my whore, I bugger my page. Then crop-sick all morning I rail at my men, And in bed I lie yawning till eleven again. The Imperfect Enjoyment Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired 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. Her nimble tongue, love’s lesser lightning, played Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed Swift orders that I should prepare to throw The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. My fluttering soul, sprung with the pointed kiss, Hangs hovering o’er her balmy brinks of bliss. But whilst her busy hand would guide that part Which should convey my soul up to her heart, In liquid raptures I dissolve all o’er, Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore. A touch from any part of her had done ’t: Her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt. Smiling, she chides in a kind murmuring noise, And from her body wipes the clammy joys, When, with a thousand kisses wandering o’er My panting bosom, “Is there then no more?” She cries. “All this to love and rapture’s due; Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?” But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive, To show my wished obedience vainly strive: I sigh, 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, Applied to my dear cinder, warms no more

Than fire to ashes could past flames restore. Trembling, confused, despairing, limber, dry, A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I lie. This dart of love, whose piercing point, oft tried, With virgin blood ten thousand maids has dyed, Which nature still directed with such art That it through every cunt reached every heart— Stiffly resolved, ’twould carelessly invade Woman or man, nor ought its fury stayed: Where’er it pierced, a cunt it found or made— Now languid lies in this unhappy hour, Shrunk up and sapless like a withered flower. Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, False to my passion, fatal to my fame, Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove So true to lewdness, so untrue to love? What oyster-cinder-beggar-common whore Didst thou e’er fail in all thy life before? When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way, With what officious haste doest thou obey! Like a rude, roaring hector in the streets Who scuffles, cuffs, and justles all he meets, But if his king or country claim his aid, The rakehell villain shrinks and hides his head; Ev’n so thy brutal valor is displayed, Breaks every stew, does each small whore invade, But when great Love the onset does command, Base recreant to thy prince, thou dar’st not stand. Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most, Through all the town a common fucking post, On whom each whore relieves her tingling cunt As hogs on gates do rub themselves and grunt, Mayst thou to ravenous chancres be a prey, Or in consuming weepings waste away; May strangury and stone thy days attend; May’st thou never piss, who didst refuse to spend When all my joys did on false thee depend. And may ten thousand abler pricks agree To do the wronged Corinna right for thee. Signior Dildo edited by Jack Lynch; the poem apparently dates from late 1673, shortly after Mary of Modena arrived in London. It first appeared in print in 1703 in Poems on Affairs of State. The attribution to John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester is contested by some scholars, but the date of publication is not. You Ladyes all of Merry England Who have been to kisse the Dutchesse's hand, Pray did you lately observe in the Show A Noble Italian call'd Signior Dildo? The Signior was one of her Highness's Train [5] And helpt to Conduct her over the Main, But now she Crys out to the Duke I will go, I have no more need for Seignior Dildo.

At the Signe of the Crosse in Saint James's Street, When next you go thither to make your Selfes Sweet, [10] By Buying of Powder, Gloves, Essence, or Soe You may Chance get a Sight of Signior Dildo. You'l take him at first for no Person of Note Because he appears in a plain Leather Coat: But when you his virtuous Abilities know [15] You'll fall down and Worship Signior Dildo. My Lady Southesk, Heav'ns prosper her for't, First Cloath'd him in Satten, then brought him to Court; But his Head in the Circle, he Scarcely durst Show, So modest a Youth was Signior Dildo. [20] The good Lady Suffolk thinking no harm, Had got this poor Stranger hid under her Arm: Lady Betty by Chance came the Secret to know, And from her own Mother, Stole Signior Dildo: The Countesse of Falmouth, of whom People tell [25] Her Footmen wear Shirts of a Guinea an Ell: Might Save the Expence, if she did but know How Lusty a Swinger is Signior Dildo. By the Help of this Gallant the Countesse of Rafe Against the feirce Harris preserv'd her Self Safe: [30] She Stifl'd him almost beneath her Pillow, So Closely she imbrac'd Signior Dildo. Our dainty fine Dutchesse's have got a Trick To Doat on a Fool, for the Sake of his Prick, The Fopps were undone, did their Graces but know [35] The Discretion and vigor of Signior Dildo. That Pattern of Virtue, her Grace of Cleaveland, Has Swallow'd more Pricks, then the Ocean has Sand, But by Rubbing and Scrubbing, so large it do's grow, It is fit for just nothing but Signior Dildo. [40] The Dutchesse of Modena, tho' she looks high, With such a Gallant is contented to Lye: And for fear the English her Secrets shou'd know, For a Gentleman Usher took Signior Dildo. The countess of the Cockpit (who knows not her Name) [45] She's famous in Story, for a Killing Dame: When all her old Lovers forsake her I Trow She'l then be contented with Signior Dildo. Red Howard, Red Sheldon, and Temple so tall Complain of his absence so long from Whitehall: [50] Signior Barnard has promis'd a Journy to goe, And bring back his Countryman Signior Dildo. Doll Howard no longer with his Highness must Range, And therefore is profer'd this Civill Exchange: Her Teeth being rotten, she Smells best below, [55]

And needs must be fitted for Signior Dildo. St Albans with Wrinkles and Smiles in his Face Whose kindnesse to Strangers, becomes his high Place, In his Coach and Six Horses is gone to Pergo, To take the fresh Air with Signior Dildo. [60] Were this Signior but known to the Citizen Fopps He'd keep their fine Wives from the Foremen of Shops, But the Rascalls deserve their Horns shou'd Still grow, For Burning the Pope, and his Nephew Dildo. Tom Killigrews wife, North Hollands fine Flower, [65] At the Sight of this Signior, did fart, and Belch Sow'r, And her Dutch Breeding farther to Show, Says welcome to England, myn Heer Van Dildo. He civilly came to the Cockpitt one night, And profer'd his Service to fair Madam Knight, [70] Quoth she, I intrigue with Captain Cazzo Your Nose in myne Arse good Seignior Dildo. This Signior is sound, safe, ready, and Dumb, As ever was Candle, Carret, or Thumb: Then away with these nasty devices, and Show [75] How you rate the just merits of Signior Dildo. Count Cazzo who carryes his Nose very high, In Passion he Swore, his Rivall shou'd Dye, Then Shutt up himself, to let the world know, Flesh and Blood cou'd not bear it from Signior Dildo. [80] A Rabble of Pricks, who were welcome before, Now finding the Porter deny'd 'em the Door, Maliciously waited his coming below, And inhumanely fell on Signior Dildo. Nigh weary'd out, the poor Stranger did fly [85] And along the Pallmall, they follow'd full Cry, The Women concern'd from every Window, Cry'd, Oh! for Heavn's sake save Signior Dildo. The good Lady Sandys, burst into a Laughter To see how the Ballocks came wobbling after, [90] And had not their weight retarded the Fo Indeed 't had gone hard with Signior Dildo. Notes by Jack Lynch, Rutgers University Train "Entourage." Soe "So," "such." Virtuous "Powerful." Medicines in particular were noted for their virtues (powers). Guinea an Ell Guinea, twenty-one shillings (or one pound and one shilling); an ell is forty-five inches. Fabric that cost a guinea an ell would be fabulously expensive. Gallant "1. A gay, sprightly, airy, splendid man; 2. A whoremaster, who caresses women to debauch them" (from Samuel Johnson’s Dictionary of the English Language, first published in 1755). Cazzo Italian for "prick." Pallmall Pall Mall, a fashionable walk in London.