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For Hell and the foul fiend that rules God's everlasting fiery jails( Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools), With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door, Are senseless stories, idle tales, Dreams, whimseys, and no more.John Wilmot
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God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none relies on; Who never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.John Wilmot
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Before I got married I had six theories about raising children; now, I have six children and no theories.John Wilmot
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Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.John Wilmot
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Then, if to make your ruin more, You'll peevishly be coy, Die with the scandal of a whore And never know the joy.John Wilmot
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Cupid and Bacchus my saints are, May drink and love still reign, With wine I wash away my cares, And then to cunt again.John Wilmot
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BOLLOXIMIAN:My pleasures for new cunts I will uphold, And have reserves of kindness for the old. I grant in absence dildo may be used With milk of goats, when once our seed’s infused. My prick no more to bald cunt shall resort– Merkins rub off, and often spoil the sport. P O C K E N E L L O: Let merkin, sir, be banished from the court. P E N E:' Tis like a dead hedge when the land is poor.John Wilmot
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A kind of losing loadum is their game, Where the worst writer has the greatest fame.John Wilmot
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How blest was the created state Of man and woman, ere they fell, Compared to our unhappy fate: We need not fear another hell.John Wilmot
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I hate the thing is called enjoyment: Besides it is a dull employment, It cuts off all that's life and fire From that which may be termed desire; Just like the bee whose sting is gone Converts the owner to a drone.John Wilmot
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All men would be cowards if they durst.John Wilmot
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Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children now I have six children and no theories.John Wilmot