Poems on several occasions by the right honourable the E. of R-

A Ramble in St. JAMES'S PARK.

MUch Wine had past with grave discourse, Of who Fucks who, and who does worse; Such as you usually do hear, From them that dyet at the Bear; When I, who still take care to see, Drunkenness reliev'd by Lechery; Went out into St. James's Park, To cool my Head, and fire my Heart: But though St. James has the honor on't, 'Tis consecrate to Prick and Cunt. There by a most incestuous Birth; Strange Woods,, spring from the teeming Earth For they relate how heretofore, VVhen Antient Pict, began to whore, Deluded of his Assignation, (Jilting it seems was then in fashion.) Poor pensiue Lover, in this place, VVould Frigg upon his Mothers Face: VVhence Rowes of Mandrakes tall did rise, VVhose lewd Tops Fuck'd the very Skies. Each imitative Branch does twine, In some lov'd fold of Aretine. And Nightly now beneath their shade, Are Bugg'ries, Rapes, and Incests made. Unto this All-sin-sheltring Grove, Whores of the Bulk, and the Alcove. Great Ladies Chamber-Maids, Drudges; The Rag-picker; and Heiresse trudges;

Car-men, Divines, great Lords, and Taylors, Prentices, Pimps, Poets and Gaolers; Foot-Men, fine Fops, do here arrive, And here promisculously they strive.

Along these hollow'd Walks it was, That I beheld Corinna pass; Who ever had been by to see, The proud disdain she cast on me. Though charming Eyes, he wou'd have swore, She drapt from Hea'vn that very hour; Forsaking the Divine abode. In scorn of some desparing God. But mark what Creatures Women are. So infinitely vile, and fair.

Three Knights, o'th' Elbow, and the slurr, VVith wrigling Tails, made up to her.

The first was of your VVhitehall Blades Near kin to th' Mother of the Maids, Grac'd by whose favour he was able, To bring a Friend to th' VVaiters Table. Where he had heard Sir Edward S.— Say how the K— lov'd Bansted Mutton. Since when he'd ne'er be brought to eat, By's good will any other Meat. In this, as well as all the rest, He ventures to do like the best. But wanting common Sence, th'ingredient, In choosing well, not least expedient. Converts Abortive imitation. To Universal affectation; So he not only eats, and talks, But feels, and smells, sits down and walks.

Nay looks, and lives, and loves by Rote, In an old tawdrey Birth-Day-Coat.

The Second was a Grays Inn Wit, A great Inhabiter of the Pit; Where Critick-like, he sits and squints, Steals Pocket-Handkerchiefs, and hints, From's Neighbour, and the Comedy, To Court and pay his Landlady.

The Third a Ladies Eldest Son, VVithin few years of Twenty One; Who hopes from his propitious Fate, Against he comes to his Estate. By these Two Worthies to be made A most accomplisht tearing Blade. One in a strain 'twixt Tune and Nonsense, Cries, Madam, I have lov'd you long since, Permit me your fair hand to kiss. VVhen at her Mouth her C— says yes.

In short, without much more ado. Joyful, and pleas'd, away she flew; And with these Three confounded Asses, From Park, to Hackney-Coach, she passes. So a proud Bitch does lead about, Of Humble Currs, the Amorous rout: VVho most obsequiously do hunt, The sav'ry sence of Salt-swolne Cunt. Some Pow'r more patient now relate; The sense of this surprizing Fate. Gods! that a thing admir'd by me, Shou'd tast so much of Infamy. Had she pickt out to rub her Arse on, Some stiff-Prick'd Clown, or well hung Parson.

Each job of whose Spermatick Sluce, Had fill'd her C—t with wholsom Juice. I the proceeding shou'd have prais'd, In hope she had quencht a Fire I rais'd: Such nat'ral freedoms are but just, There's something gen'rous in meer Lust. But to turn damn'd abandon'd Jade, When neither Head nor Tail perswade; To be a Whore, in understanding, A Passive Pot for Fools to S— in. The Devil plaid booty, sure with thee, To bring a blot of infamy. But why was I of all Mankind, To so severe a fate design'd? Ungrateful! why this Treachery To humble fond, believing me? Who gave you Priviledges above, The nice allowances of Love? Did ever I refuse to bear, The meanest part your Lust cou'd spare? When your lew'd C—t, came spewing home, Drencht with the Seed of half the Town. My Dram of Sperme, was supt up after, For the digestive Surfeit Water. Full gorded at another time, With a vast Meal of Nasty Slime; Which your devouring C—t had drawn From Porters Backs, and Foot-mens Brawn. I was content to serve you up, My B-lock full, for your Grace Cup; Nor ever thought it an abuse, While you had pleasure for excuse.

You that cou'd make my Heart away, For Noise and Colours, and betray, The Secrets of my tender hours, To such Knight Errant Paramours; When leaning on your Faithless Breast, Wrapt in security, and rest. Soft kindness all my pow'rs did move, And reason lay dissolv'd in Love. May stinking Vapour choak your Womb, Such as the Men you doat upon; May your deprav'd Appetite, That cou'd in whiffling Fools delight, Beget such Frenzies in your Mind, You may go mad for the North-wind. And fixing all your hopes upon't; To have him Bluster in your C—t. Turn up your longing Arse to th' Air, And perish in a wild despair. But Cowards shall forget to Rant, School-boys to Frigg, old Whores to Paint: The Jesuits Fraternity, Shall leave the use of Buggery. Crab-Lowse, inspir'd with Grace Divine, From Earthy Cod, to Heav'n shall climb; Physicians, shall believe in Jesus, And disobedience cease to please us. E're I desist with all my Pow'r, To plague this Woman and undo her. But my revenge will best be tim'd, When she is Marry'd that is lymd; In that most lamentable State, I'll make her feel my scorn, and hate;

Pelt her with Scandals, Truth, or Lies, And her poor Curr with jealousies. Till I have torn him from her Breech, While she whines like a Dog-drawn Bitch. Loath'd, and depriv'd, kickt out of Town, Into some dirty hole alone, To Chew the Cud of Misery, And know she owes it all to me. And may no Woman better thrive, VVho dares profane the C—t I S—