Avon, Badminton House, Muniments Collection Fm E 3/12

vol. 2 (Ab12)

Gentle reproofs have long been tried in vain Ab12*1 (pp. 217-18)
To fright away the vermin of the age

Chloe in verse by your command I write Ab12*2 (pp. 218-26)
But you are tired and so am I farewell
<A letter from Artemiza [end: Artemiza]>

Were I who to my cost already am Ab12*3 (pp. 227-32)
Is only who’s a knave of the first rate
<Satyr on man>

All this with indignation have I hurled Ab12*3.1 (pp. 233-4)
Man differs more from man than man from beast
<[no title, though space for one]>

I rise at eleven and I dine about two Ab12*4 (p. 235)
And in bed I lie yawning till eleven again
<Regime de viver>

What Timon does old age begin to approach Ab12*5 (pp. 235-41)
To drink beer-glass and hear the bullies roar

As some old admiral in former war Ab12*6 (pp. 241-3)
And being good for nothing else be wise
<The maimed drunkard>

After death nothing is and nothing death Ab12*7 (p. 243)
Dreams whimsies and no more
<Seneca Troas>

Naked she clasped in my longing arms Ab12*8 (pp. 244-6)
To do the wronged Corrina right for thee
<The disappointment>

The clog of all pleasure the luggage of life Ab12*9 (p. 246)
Is Hell upon earth worse than any hereafter
<On marriage>

‘Tis not that I am weary grown Ab12*10 (p. 247)
And be the mistress of mankind
<Upon leaving his mistress>

In Milford Lane near to St Clement’s steeple Ab12*11 (pp. 248-51)
A common wealth their government shall be
<A duel {Deivil} between two monsieurs upon my Lady Be[nne]t’s c[un]t with their change of government from monarchical to democratical>

Dear friend / I hear this town does so abound Ab12*12 (pp. 251-4)
Of idle rumour keep at home and write
<From E. R. to E. M.>

Much wine had passed with grave discourse Ab12*13 (pp. 255-60)
That dares profane the cunt I swive
<A ramble in St James’s Park>

Fucksters you that will be happy Ab12*14 (pp. 260-1)
What can mortal wish for more
<Advice to a c[un]t monger>

Vulcan contrive me such a cup Ab12*15 (p. 262)
And then to Phill again

Since now my Sylvia is as kind as fair Ab12*16 (pp. 263-7)
This child of hers which most deserves her care
<The enjoyment>

One day the amorous Lysander Ab12*17 (pp. 268-72)
Had damned him to the Hell of impotence
<The imperfect enjoyment>

Dreaming last night of Mistress Farley Ab12*18 (pp. 273-5)
And spent it self half in the pott
<Familiar letters>

As crafty harlots use to shrink Ab12*19 (pp. 275-7)
And which is worse with good success

If I can guess the devil choke me Ab12*20 (pp. 277-80)
‘Tis time to rest
<Second letter [end: Your very humble, servant etc]>

So soft and amorously you write Ab12*21 (pp. 281-3)
All things devoted to your mind
<Answer to the second letter [end: With your very humble servant]>

How far are they deceived who hope in vain Ab12*22 (pp. 284-5)
Before your pity I would choose your hate

Madam / If you’re deceiv’d ’tis not by my heart Ab12*23 (pp. 286-7)
Disturbed by swords like Damocles’s feast
<A very heroical epistle in answer to Ephelia>

Cursed by that just contempt his follies bring Ab12*24 (pp. 288-9)
Than what thy very friends have said before
<Poet Ninny>

Bursting with pride the loathed impostume swells Ab12*25 (pp. 289-90)
The knight of the burning pestle makes us sport
<My Lord all Pride>

Madam / I cannot change as others do Ab12*26 (p. 290)
Can never break can never break in vain
<A letter>

I fuck no more than others do Ab12*27 (p. 291)
To wish those eyes to wish those eyes fucked out

Well sir ’tis granted I said Dryden’s rhymes Ab12*28 (pp. 292-6)
Approve my sense I count their censure fame
<An allusion to Horace. The tenth satyr of the first book. Nempe incomposito dixi pede>

When Shakespeare Jonson Fletcher ruled the stage Ab12*29 (pp. 296-300)
Though by a different path each goes astray
<In defence of satyr>

To task and torture thy unmeaning brain Ab12*30 (pp. 300-1)
For any thing entirely but an ass
<On the supposed author of a late poem in defence of satyr>

Rail on poor feeble scribbler speak of me Ab12*31 (p. 301)
Thy pen is e’en as harmless as thy sword
<Answer by way of epigram>

Against the charms our bollocks have Ab12*32 (p. 302)
And her cunt a common shore
<On Mrs W[i]llis>

Nothing thou elder brother unto shade Ab12*33 (pp. 303-4)
Flow swiftly into thee and in thee ever end

O Love how cold art thou to take my part Ab12*34 (pp. 305-7)
Thy vassal world is then thy own
<Ovid. O nunquam pro me satis indignate Cupido. To Love>

What cruel pains Corinna takes Ab12*35 (p. 307)
Her vassal should undo her
<To Corinna>

Love bid me hope and I obeyed Ab12*36 (p. 308)
In {I} women mere mistrustful shame
<Woman’s honour>

To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms Ab12*37 (p. 309)
And the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms
<The submission>

Give me leave to rail at you Ab12*38 (p. 310)
And makes the slave grow pleased and vain

Nothing adds to your fond fire Ab12*38.1 (pp. 310-11)
And sell the rebel in your arms
<[no title; the three stanzas are entered as one poem with previous]>

Fair Cloris in a pigsty lay Ab12*39 (pp. 311-12)
She’s innocent and pleased

Phillis be gentler I advise Ab12*40 (p. 313)
And never know the joy
<To Phillis>

All my past life is mine no more Ab12*41 (p. 314)
‘Tis all that Heaven allows
<Love and life>

While on those lovely looks I gaze Ab12*42 (pp. 314-15)
The vanquished dies with pleasure

How blessed was the created state Ab12*43 (p. 315)
You love me for a frailer part
<The fall>

Amintor loved and lived in pain Ab12*44 (pp. 315-16)
Then used it as a slave

Love a woman th’art an ass Ab12*45 (p. 316)
Can do the trick worth forty wenches
<Love to a woman>

In the fields of Lincoln’s Inn Ab12*46 (pp. 317-18)
Both the shepherds soundly tired

As trembling prisoners stand at bar Ab12*47 (p. 318)
But Celia I shall never fuck

Julian / In verse to ease thy wants I write Ab12*48 (pp. 319-21)
May villain Frank fuck Mazarine no more
<[no separate title]>

As when a bully draws his sword Ab12*49 (pp. 321-2)
Mongrels will serve to keep him down
<To E[dward] H[oward] upon his late poem>

Come on ye critics find one fault who dares Ab12*50 (pp. 322-3)
Did ever libel yet so sharply bite
<To E[dward] H[oward] upon his late poem>

Thou damned Antipodes to common sense Ab12*51 (pp. 323-4)
In the same strain thou writes thy comedy
<To E[dward] H[oward] upon his late poem>

All human things are subject to decay Ab12*52 (pp. 325-32)
With double portion of his father’s art
<Mack Flecno>

Now curses on you all you vicious fools Ab12*53 (pp. 332-42)
And acted somewhat which might merit more than hell
<Aude aliquid brevibus giaris aut carcere dignum, si vis esse aliquis. Juven: Sat. Supposed to be spoken by a court hector at the breaking of the sun dial in the Privy: Garden. Pindarique>

As Colon drove his sheep along Ab12*54 (pp. 343-7)
Blither girls than any there

How dull and how insensible a beast Ab12*55 (pp. 348-57)
Learn to write well or not to write at all
<Essay on satyr>

Of all the wonders since the world began Ab12*56 (pp. 358-64)
When all fools write to think no more of rhyme
<Barbara piramidum sileat miracula Memphis>

Thou common shore of this poetic town Ab12*57 (pp. 365-8)
His mistress lost and yet his pen his sword
<A familiar epistle to Mr Julian secretary the muses>

Disgraced undone forlorn mad Fortune’s sport Ab12*58 (pp. 368-9)
Next after you by God I will be king
<A letter from the D[uke] of M[onmouth] to the king>

Shame of my life disturber of my tomb Ab12*59 (pp. 369-70)
Like him your angry father kicked you down
<Ross’s ghost>

In famous street near Whetstone’s Park Ab12*60 (pp. 370-2)
Or ’tis forty to one but they there catch a fall
<A ballad to the tune of An old man with a bed: full of bones>

Worthy sir / Though weaned from all those scandalous delights Ab12*61 (pp. 373-4)
Could brook the man her sister so betrayed
<A letter>

‘Tis thought tall Richard first possessed Ab12*62 (pp. 374-6)
Whom God grant long to reign
<The chronicle out of Mr Cowly>

Let ancients boast no more Ab12*63 (pp. 376-7)
Whilst her great name confronts eternity

Of all quality whores modest Betty for me Ab12*64 (p. 378)
What pity it is she runs resty with thee
<A ballad>

Filled with the noisome folly of the age Ab12*65 (pp. 379-86)
Unthinking Charles ruled by unthinking thee
<Rochester’s farewell>

Methinks I see the mighty monarch stand Ab12*66 (pp. 386-8)
To make way for the son to bring a whore
<The angler>

Six of the female sex and purest sect Ab12*67 (p. 388)
For all liked handling well but standing best
<Upon six holy sisters that met at a conventicle to alter the popish word of preaching>

To honourable court there lately came Ab12*68 (pp. 389-90)
We’ll win him with goodness or awe him with fear
<A ballad>

Must I with patience ever silent sit Ab12*69 (pp. 391-2)
Or who’d be safe and senseless as Tom Thin

Close by a stream whose flowery bank might give Ab12*70 (pp. 392-6)
And arms by tortured soul to bear my pain
<The parting between Sireno and Diana>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain Ab12*71 (pp. 397-400)
You may not only fuck but fuck your friend

Muse let us change our style and live in peace Ab12*72 (pp. 401-5)
And peevish Jack will never write again
<Utile dulce>

Of all the plagues with which this world abounds Ab12*73 (pp. 406-8)
The counsel’s good believe and take it
<An essay of scandal>

Stamford’s countess led the van Ab12*74 (pp. 409-13)
Mall adieu you have lost your squire
<The ladies’ march>

In sixteen hundred seventy eight Ab12*75 (p. 413)
England for all that need not care a louse
<The sham prophecy>

Have you heard of a lord of noble descent Ab12*76 (pp. 414-15)
Now the lord send us Heaven at our ending
<A ballad [end: To the tune of Cave Lille man]>

A load of guts wrapped in a sallow skin Ab12*77 (p. 416)
A rank o’er ridden jade yet still a maid
<Riddle me riddle me what is this [end: Who should it be]>

All the world can’t afford Ab12*78 (p. 416)
For she’s able to bawd for a whole council board
<A pert imitation of all the flatteries of fate>

Stamford is her sex’s glory Ab12*79 (pp. 416-18)
A bloody nose and constant weeping
<To the tune of If Dr P—— take exceptions>

Of a great heroine I mean to tell Ab12*80 (pp. 418-21)
She who no equal has must be alone
<A panegyric>

Old Wainscot was i’th’ right with a hey with a hey Ab12*81 (pp. 421-3)
For a daughter of the godly with a hey troney noney no
<Some nonsense to the tune of The magpies>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies Ab12*82 (pp. 423-8)
Nor Nell so much inverted Nature spewed
<An heroic poem>

Ye London lads be sorry Ab12*83 (pp. 428-9)
And the Deel hang with ‘um I troo
<Scots song>

Of all the fools these fertile times produce Ab12*84 (pp. 429-32)
Yet I have sense to know this is stark nought
<Scandal satyred>

Of civil dudgeon many a bard Ab12*85 (pp. 433-9)
To purchase liberty by flogging
<Canto [with preliminary Canto `Nan and Frank . . .’ and concluding couplet `Thus ended was the fray that lately rose / Betwixt the Whitestaff knight and lady of the red nose’]>