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There's not a thing on Earth, that I can name,
So foolish, and so false, as common fame.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
Love a woman? You're an ass!
'Tis a most insipid passion
To choose out for your happiness
The silliest part of God's creation.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
Dead, we become the lumber of the world.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
The Elephant is never won with Anger,
Nor must that man, who would reclaim a Lion,
Take him by the teeth.
Valentinian (1685)
Natural freedoms are but just:
There's something generous in mere lust.
A Ramble in St. James' Park (1672)
The devil played booty, sure, with thee
To bring a blot on infamy.
Nothing, thou elder brother e'en to shade.
Love, the most generous passion of the mind
The softest refuge innocence can find.
A Letter from Artemisia in Town to Chloe in the Country (1680)
Much wine had past, with grave discourse,
Of who fucks who, and who does worse.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
But mark what creatures women are:
How infinitely vile, when fair!
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
He saw her lovely bosom bare,
Her strawberry nipples made him stare.
Reason, an Ignis fatuus of the Mind,
Which leaves the light of Nature, Sense, behind.
A Satire against Reason and Mankind (1679)
For all Men would be Cowards if they durst:
And Honesty's against all common Sense.
A Satire against Reason and Mankind (1679)
The world appears like a great family,
Whose lord, oppressed with pride and poverty,
(That to the few great bounty he may show)
Is fain to starve the numerous train below.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
For Wits are treated just like Common Whores;
First they're enjoy'd, and then kickt out of Doors.
A Satire against Reason and Mankind (1679)
So a proud bitch does lead about
Of humble curs the amorous rout,
Who most obsequiously do hunt
The sav’ry scent of salt-swol'n cunt.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame,
False to my passion, fatal to my fame,
Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove
So true to lewdness, so untrue to love?
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
Farewell, woman! I intend
Henceforth every night to sit
With my lewd, well-natured friend,
Drinking to engender wit.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)
Most Men are Cowards, all Men should be Knaves.
The Difference lies, as far as I can see,
Not in the thing it self, but the Degree.
A Satire against Reason and Mankind (1679)
Thus, Statesman-like, I'll saucily impose,
And, safe from Danger, valiantly advise;
Sheltered in Impotence, urge you to Blows,
And, being good for nothing else, be Wise.
Poems on Several Occasions (1680)