London, British Library, Harley MS 7312 (BLh12)

An anthology of libertine and pornographic verse of the late 1670s, with a couple of much later additions..

<The Table on f. 1*r, in the same hand as the rest>

Gentle reproofs have long been tried in vain BLh12*1 (pp. 1-2)
To fright away the vermin of the age

Thou’rt more unconstant than the wind or sea BLh12*2 (pp. 2-4)
There’s none so much corrupted as his heart
<The hypocrite>

At five this morn when Phœbus raised his head BLh12*3 (pp. 5-10)
Did seem to me by much the wiser creature
<Observations on Tunbridge Wells>

Were I who to my cost already am BLh12*4 (pp. 11-17)
Man differs more from man than man from beast
<A satyr against man by the E[arl] of R[ocheste]r>

Were I to choose what sort of corpse I’d wear BLh12*5 (pp. 18-24)
But a rare something of them altogether
<Answer to the foregoing satyr>

How happy was that night ye gods BLh12*6 (p. 24)
Farewell cares I spent and died in bliss
<Another [title from TC, listed out of order]>

The failing blossom which a young plant bears BLh12*7 (p. 25)
The next shall live to be the nation’s joy
<Upon our late public loss of the Duke of Cambridge>

Sir John / For so in times preceding BLh12*8 (pp. 26-8)
Tell your friend – A O
<Controversial letters between a supposed atheist and a minister. To my good friend J. D. Minister of – Surry [`A’ is `Alex’ as given in next letter; `O’ rhymes with `bold is’ in previous line]>

Alex / For your ungodly letter BLh12*9 (pp. 29-31)
And trust your friend and servant J. D.
<Second letter>

Parson / What makes thee thus like silly widgeon BLh12*10 (pp. 32-4)
Your humble servant A O
<Third letter [`A’ is Alex as given in previous letter; `O’ rhymes with `lyes’ in previous line]>

Dear friend / Your letter I with grief perused BLh12*11 (pp. 35-8)
And with your penitence make glad your friend
<The fourth letter [end: A O.]>

In compliance to your dull serious maggot BLh12*12 (pp. 38-41)
For a mere darling whimsy which they cherished
<The fifth letter>

From a sensual proud atheistical life BLh12*13 (pp. 42-4)
And making our heirs to be Morrice and Clayton / Libera nos domine
<The Duke of Buckingham’s litany>

Hail happy warrior whose arms have won BLh12*14 (pp. 45-7)
And waked me from my visionary joy
<On the Prince and Princess of Orange>

Husband thou dull insipid miscreant BLh12*15 (pp. 48-50)
Ruins soul body credit and estate
<A broadside against marriage directed to the inconsiderable animal called a husband>

Thou dull insipid wretch who couldst not choose BLh12*16 (pp. 51-4)
To live in credit and be fortunate
<The answer in vindication of a marriage life>

Thanks ye kind powers I am at last got free BLh12*17 (pp. 55-9)
Rather than live to see my wedding day
<Satyr against marriage in a letter to a friend>

Thanks ye kind powers I am at last in love BLh12*18 (pp. 60-7)
That marriage hate as Æsops did grapes
<The answer to the foregoing letter>

What sir I see you’ve answered what I writ BLh12*19 (pp. 68-73)
I still do say defend it he that can
<The reply>

I sing the praise of a worthy knight BLh12*20 (pp. 74-7)
For his father was ruined by the first of the line
<Some verses upon the D[uke] of [Buckingham]>

Woman thou damned hyperbole in sin BLh12*21 (pp. 78-80)
A victim to her own virginity
<A satiric poem on women in general>

Hot lust within her reigns in ev’ry part BLh12*22 (pp. 81-2)
When Pluto takes her for his hellish love
<On woman’s lust>

Drunk as a beggar or a lord BLh12*23 (pp. 83-4)
Where I did ease both p[ric]k and head
<The night ramble>

Naked she lay clasped in my longing arms BLh12*24 (pp. 85-7)
To make wronged Celia fair amends for thee
<The imperfect enjoyment by E[arl of] R[ocheste]r>

Fruition was the question in debate BLh12*25 (pp. 87-8)
Love’s chemistry thrives best on equal heat
<Another by R: O:>

Fucksters you that would be happy BLh12*26 (p. 89)
What can mortals wish for more
<Advice to a c[un]tmonger>

Such a sad tale prepare to hear BLh12*27 (pp. 90-5)
No dildo from its ashes rise

In Milford Lane near to Saint Clement’s steeple BLh12*28 (pp. 96-9)
A commonwealth their government shall be
<The duel of the crablice>

Deep in an uncouth vale {Vaile} ‘twixt swelling hills BLh12*29 (pp. 100-5)
If a poor c[un]t did not master thee
<Le temple de l’Amour {de l’Amour] del’Lamour MS}>

‘Twas when the dark lanthorn of the night BLh12*30 (p. 106)
I felt my belly wet and slept again
<A dream>

Son of a whore God damn thee canst thou tell BLh12*31 (pp. 107-8)
Or I’ll ne’er draw but against a post
<To the post boy>

Thrice happy I thrice blessed was that night BLh12*32 (pp. 108-9)
Thus close thus linked for ever to remain
<Upon enjoyment>

Preserved by wonder in the oak O Charles BLh12*33 (pp. 110-12)
But now I think on’t I’ve told you enough
<A satyr by the E[arl] of R[ocheste]r which he delivered by mistake to King Charles the second and upon which he was ba[n]ished>

My text beloved I could divide into three and thirty parts BLh12*34 (pp. 113-17)
you may enter undefiled into the congregation of the righteous
<A sermon supposed to be preached by Doctor B[urnet] upon these words. A lewd woman is a sinful temptation, her eyes are the snares of Satan, and her flesh is the mousetrap of iniquity {B] B-ss TC} [prose text]>

By Jove a noble audience today BLh12*35 (pp. 118-121)
And have the lustiest pricks in all the room
<[title-page:] Sodom/ or/ The Quintessence of Debauchery/ By/ E of R/ Written for the Royal/ Company of Whoremasters. // [p. 119:] First prologue>

Almighty cunts whom Bolloximian here BLh12*36 (pp. 121-2)
For she that has a cunt will be a whore
<Second prologue [to Sodom, followed by a Dramatis Personæ]>

Thus in the zenith of my lust I reign BLh12*37 (pp. 123-45)
There on my buggered arse I will expire
<Actus primus [of Sodom]. The scene an antichamber… [[final SD:] `leaning on Pockenello. Fire brimstone a cloud of smoke arises and the curtain falls’]>

You see gallants the effects of lechery BLh12*38 (p. 146)
But come to me whene’er your pintles stand
<Epilogue [to Sodom] spoken by Cuntagratia>

Damn ye my lads what ne’er a word to say BLh12*39 (pp. 147-8)
I’ll swive with all till I can swive no more
<Epilogue [to Sodom] spoken by Madm Fuckadilla>

Here is a mine an ocean full of treasure BLh12*40 (p. 148)
Then home to our husbands and there swive again
<Madm Swivea’s speech in praise of her cunt>

The husband the pilot the wife is the ocean BLh12*41 (pp. 149-50)
You may judge as you please I scorn for to flatter
<Some verses sent by a friend to one who twice ventured his carcass in marriage [not in TC]>

Cursed be the day and doubly cursed that morn BLh12*42 (p. 151)
Which show in verse to give my heart relief
<Maria. A pastoral on the late Queen Mary [not in TC]>