Yoshie Furuhashi wrote:
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> Carrol undoubtedly knows more ribald and licentious verses than all
> of us put together here. Don't underestimate a Professor of English.
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My fifth favorite poet, after Milton, Pope, Pound, & Guthrie
The Imperfect Enjoyment
(John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester)
Naked she lay, claspt in my longing Arms,
I fill'd with Love, and she all over charms,
Both equally inspir'd with eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire;
With _Arms, Legs, Lips_ close clinging to embrace,
She clips me to her Breast, and sucks me to her _Face_.
The nimble _Tongue_ (_Love's_ lesser Lightning) plaid
Within my _Mouth_, and to my thoughts convey'd
Swift Orders, that I shou'd prepare to throw,
The _All-dissolving Thunderbolt_ below.
My flutt'ring _Soul_, sprung with the pointed kiss,
Hangs hov'ring o're her _Balmy Limbs_ of Bliss.
But whilst her busie hand, wou'd guide that part,
Which shou'd convey my _Soul_ up to her _Heart_.
In liquid _Raptures_, I dissolve all o're,
Melt into Sperme, and spend at ev'ry Pore:
A touch from any part of her had don't,
Her Hand, her Foot;, her very look's a _Cunt_.
Smiling, she chides in a kind murm'ring _Noise_,
And from her _Body_ wipes the clammy joys;
When with a Thousand Kisses, wand'ring o're,
My panting _Breast_, and is there then no more?
She cries. All this to Love, and _Rapture's_ due,
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?
But I the most forlorn, lost _Man_ alive,
To shew my wisht Obedience vainly strive,
I sigh alas! and Kiss, but cannot Swive.
Eager desires, confound my first intent,
Succeeding shame, does more success prevent,
And _Rage_, at last, confirms me impotent.
Ev'n her fair Hand, which might bid heat return
To frozen _Age_, and make cold _Hermits_ burn,
Apply'd to my dead _Cinder_, warms no more,
Than Fire to _Ashes_, cou'd past Flames restore.
Trembling, confus'd, despairing, limber, dry,
A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I ly.
This _Dart_ of love, whose piercing point oft try'd,
With _Virgin blood, Ten thousand Maids_ has dy'd.
Which _Nature_ still directed with such _Art_,
That it through ev'ry _C---t_, reacht ev'ry _Heart_.
Stiffly resolv'd, twou'd carelesly invade,
_Woman_ or _Boy_, nor ought its fury staid,
Where e're it pierc'd, a _Cunt_ it found or made.
Now languid lies, in this unhappy hour,
Shrunk up, and Sapless, like a wither'd _Flow'r_.
Thou treacherous, base, deserter of my flame,
False to my passion, fatal to my _Fame_;
By what mistaken _Magick_ dost thou prove,
So true to lewdness, so untrue to Love?
What _Oyster, Cinder, Beggard_, common _Whore_;;;,
Didst thou e're fail in all thy Life before?
When _Vice, Disease_ and _Scandal lead the way,
With what officious hast dost thou obey?
Like a Rude roaring _Hector_, in the _Streets_,
That Scuffles, Cuffs, and Ruffles all he meets;
But if his _King_, or _Country_, claim his Aid,
The _Rascal Villain_, shrinks, and hides his head:
Ev'n so thy _Brutal Valor_ is displaid,
Breaks ev'ry _Stews_, does eqch small _Whore invade_,
But if great _Love_, the onset does command,
Base Recrant, to thy _Prince_, thou darst not stand.
Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most,
Through all the _Town_, the common _Fucking Post_;
On whom each _Whore_, relieves her tingling _Cunt_,
As _Hogs_, on _Goats_, do rub themselves and grunt.
May'st thou to rav'nous _Shankers_, be a _Prey_,
Or in consuming _Weepings_ waste away.
May _Stanguries,_ and _Stone_, thy _Days_ attend,
May'st thou Piss, who didst refuse to spend,
When all my joys, did on false thee depend.
And may _Ten thousand_ abler _Pricks_ agree,
To do the wrong'd _Corinna_, right for thee.