University of Nottingham MS Portland PwV 39 (Np39)

A professionally written MS of political and libertine verse of circa 1680.

<a modern TC, with cross references to State Poems vols.>

Brunette charmante / qui comble mes veux / ta beauté m’enchante / J’en suis amoureux Np39*0.1
<[4 lines scribbled on an unnumbered blank page following the TC in another hand] [not in TC]>

Among the race of England’s modern peers Np39*1 (pp. 1-4)
With such a subject and a brother blessed
<A satyr>

Curse o’ those critics ignorant and vain Np39*2 (pp. 5-9)
You may not only f[uck] but f[uck] your friend
<A satyr [cf. #43]>

Since all the actions of the far-famed men Np39*3 (pp. 9-12)
But must cry Jack what have you stole today
<A satyr>

[List of the members of the royal household] Np39*4 (pp. 12-14)
<The household>

Disgraced undone forlorn made fortune’s sport Np39*5 (pp. 14–15)
Next after you by God I will be king
<A letter from the D[uke] of M[onmou]th to the k[in]g>

Methinks I see our mighty monarch stand Np39*6 (pp. 16-17)
To make way for the son to bring a whore
<A satyr>

Would you send Kate to Portugal Np39*7 (pp. 18-20)
And once more make Charles king again / This is the time
<The advice>

The king duke and state Np39*8 (pp. 19-24)
Deserve ten times more to be posted

A pox of the fooling and plotting [of late] Np39*9 (pp. 25-7)
This is the profession that never will alter

Of all quality whores modest Betty for me Np39*10 (pp. 27-8)
Sweet Candish in cunt and bold Frank at her arse

We your Majesty’s most loyal and dutiful subjects the ladies Np39*11 (pp. 29-30)
the addressing lawyers ran into of presenting it in unwarrantable numbers
<The humble address of the ladies of pleasure [prose text]>

Here entombed lies good Sir Harry Np39*12 (p. 31)
He does lie and she is kneeling
<Sir Harry Lee>

Un orateur en chaire Np39*13 (p. 31)
Et contente un chacune
<[no title]>

Voulez-vous passer la vie Np39*14 (p. 31)
Beuvez votre vin tout pure
<[no title]>

On ne veulut pas que je f—t Np39*15 (p. 32)
De me beauté et de …
<[no title] [second half of stanza illegible]>

Methinks I see you newly risen Np39*16 (pp. 32-5)
The reins of government must break
<The looking glass>

That forasmuch whereas whereby and by which the major part Np39*17 (pp. 35-7)
as the Devil himself ever seduced to roguery villainy and mischief etc
<Sir Barnaby Whigg’s petition [prose text]>

Must I with patience ever silent sit Np39*18 (pp. 37-9)
Or who’d be safe and senseless as Tom Thynne
<A satyr>

You scribblers that write of widows and maids Np39*19 (pp. 39-42)
If everyone’s wife should turn honest again
<Lady Freschvile’s song of the wives. To the tune of Four able physicians are lately come down etc>

Ye London lads be sorry Np39*20 (pp. 43-5)
And the Deel hang with him I troe
<The Scottish song>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books Np39*21 (pp. 46-51)
And every night I’ll sit and write / The hey boys up go we
<A ballad to the tune of Hey boys up go we>

Let us advance the good old cause Np39*22 (pp. 52-5)
Our comfort is to heaven we gang / The clean contrary way
<A noble peer’s speech to the mobile>

Since the world’s grown mad I’ll e’en go sing Np39*23 (pp. 56-64)
He’ll take the prodigal return to the court

‘Tis thought {thou uncorr} tall Richard first possessed Np39*24 (pp. 65-7)
Whom God grant long to reign
<The Chronicle out of Mr Cowley>

Of all wonders since the world began Np39*25 (pp. 68-81)
When all fools write to think no more of rhyme
<A satyr. Barbara pyramidum sileat miracula Memphis etc>

That rib forsooth of which a woman came Np39*26 (pp. 81-2)
And with that grain may ever them perplex
<The primitive origination of women>

Let the Whigs repine / And all combine Np39*27 (pp. 83-9)
The fate of Pious College
<A ballad to Tangiers March>

Clarendon had law and sense Np39*28 (pp. 90-2)
With here and there a pawn
<The chess>

Satyr is grown so dull that fops increase Np39*29 (pp. 93-9)
Or we shall be o’errun with fool and whore
<Procul esto prophani>

Come cut again the game’s not done Np39*30 (pp. 99-106)
For they the vol will make
<The new game at one and forty to the tune of I’ll tell thee Dick etc>

Baber to whose stupendious nat’ral parts Np39*31 (pp. 106-8)
The charms of his all-conqu’ring countenance

In a famous street near Whetstone’s Park Np39*32 (pp. 108-13)
Or ’tis forty to one they there get a fall / With a fa la la la la etc
<A ballad. To the tune of An old man with a bed full of bones [end: Finis. God save the King]>

Now now the work’s done Np39*33 (pp. 114-15)
And in our king’s service we’ll let out the flood
<A ketch to the tune of Now now the fight’s done>

Let ancients boast no more Np39*34 (pp. 116-19)
Whilst her great name confronts eternity

Ungrateful boy I will not call thee son Np39*35 (pp. 120-3)
God’s blood I’ll send you to the rout below
<The king’s answer to the Du[ke] of M[onmout]h’s letter>

I who of many villains sung before Np39*36 (pp. 124-5)
Yet by the best of friends too much believed
<Ille ego qui quondam gracilis modulatus avena. A supplement to a late heroic poem>

Strephon a youth of sodomitic strain Np39*37 (pp. 126-7)
To save her c[un]t but gave her arse a clap
<[no title]>

Pity the private cabal Np39*38 (pp. 128-30)
And set with eternal chat
<To the tune of All hail to the myrtle shade>

Had she but lived in Cleopatra’s age Np39*39 (p. 131)
That all the world for love had well been lost
<Written on the Duchess of Portsmouth’s picture>

Who can on this picture look Np39*40 (pp. 132-3)
Is whore in all things but her face
<To be written on the D[uche]ss of Portsm[outh]’s picture>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and of Tory Np39*41 (pp. 134-5)
The fools should be Whigs none but knaves should be Tories
<My opinion>

When Henry’s fury first grew tame Np39*42 (pp. 136-140)
<An imitation of the first part of Hudibras [poem presumably left incomplete, as following unnumbered pages are blank]>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain Np39*43 (pp. [2129-33])
But some are fools enough to take their own
<Satyr on the court ladies [first of 2 works tipped in at the end on negative photocopy from Harvard University Library, MS Eng. 585, beginning with p. 128 which is blank] [cf. #2] [not in TC]>

Since every foolish coxcomb thinks it fit Np39*44 (pp. [2134-9])
<Answer to the foregoing satyr [not in TC]>