John Wilmot, Earl Of Rochester(1647–1680)
The Mock Song
I swive as well as others do,screw
I'm young, not yet d e f o r m e d ,
My tender heart, sincere, a n d true,
D e s e r v e s not to be s c o r n e d .
W h y Phyllis then, why will you swive,
W i t h forty lovers m o r e ?
C a n I (said she) with N a t u r e strive,
Alas I a m , alas I am a whore.
W e r e all my body larded3 o'er,
W i t h darts of love, so thick,
T h a t you might find in ev'ry pore,
A well s t u c k s t a n d i n g prick;
Whilst yet my eyes a l o n e w e r e free,
M y heart, w o u l d never d o u b t ,
In a m ' r o u s rage, a n d ecstasy,
To wish t h o s e eyes, to wish t h o s e eyes f u c k e d out.