Vulgar words in The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 (Page 1)
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When flatter'd crimes of a licentious age Reproach our silence, and demand our rage; When purchas'd follies, from each distant land, Like arts, improve in Britain's skilful hand; When the law shows her teeth, but dares not bite, And south sea treasures are not brought to light; When churchmen scripture for the classics quit, Polite apostates from God's grace to wit; When men grow great from their revenue spent, And fly from bailiffs into parliament; When dying sinners, to blot out their score, Bequeath the church the leavings of a whore; To chafe our spleen, when themes like these increase, Shall panegyric reign, and censure cease?
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The pimp is proud to see So many like himself in high degree: The whore is proud her beauties are the dread Of peevish virtue, and the marriage-bed; And the brib'd cuckold, like crown'd victims born To slaughter, glories in his gilded horn.
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of blockheads' flattery; Whose praise defames; as if a fool should mean, By spitting on your face, to make it clean.
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But some, untaught, o'erhear the whisp'ring rill, In spite of sacred leisure, blockheads still; Nor shoots up folly to a nobler bloom In her own native soil, the drawing-room.
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Is't not enough the blockhead scarce can read, But must he wisely look, and gravely plead?
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Men still are men; and they who boldly dare, Shall triumph o'er the sons of cold despair; Or, if they fail, they justly still take place Of such who run in debt for their disgrace; Who borrow much, then fairly make it known, And damn it with improvements of their own.
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Good authors damn'd, have their revenge in this, To see what wretches gain the praise they miss.
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Bathyllus, in the winter of threescore, Belies his innocence, and keeps a whore.
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The plenteous harvest calls me forward still, Till I surpass in length my lawyer's bill; A Welsh descent, which well paid heralds damn; Or, longer still, a Dutchman's epigram.
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Fix'd is the fate of whores and fiddle-strings!
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The fool, and knave, 'tis glorious to offend, And godlike an attempt the world to mend; The world, where lucky throws to blockheads fall, Knaves know the game, and honest men pay all.
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What foe to verse without compassion hears, What cruel prose-man can refrain from tears, When the poor muse, for less than half a crown, A prostitute on every bulk in town, With other whores undone, tho' not in print, Clubs credit for Geneva in the mint?
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He glories to late times to be convey'd, Not for the poor he has reliev'd, but made: Not such ambition his great fathers fir'd, When Harry conquer'd, and half France expir'd: He'd be a slave, a pimp, a dog, for gain: Nay, a dull sheriff, for his golden chain.
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She's faithful, she's observant, and with pains Her angel brood of bastards she maintains.
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Didst thou from service the wild ass discharge, And break his bonds, and bid him live at large, Through the wide waste, his ample mansion, roam, And lose himself in his unbounded home?
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Far as thou mayst give life to virtue's cause; Let not the ties of personal regard Betray the nation's trust to feeble hands: Let not fomented flames of private pique Prey on the vitals of the public good: Let not our streets with blasphemies resound, Nor lewdness whisper where the laws can reach: Let not best laws, the wisdom of our sires, Turn satires on their sunk degenerate sons, The bastards of their blood!
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Pallas, ('tis said,) when Jove grew dull, Forsook his drowsy brain; And sprightly leap'd into the throne Of wisdom's brighter reign; Her helmet took; that is, shot rays Of formidable wit; And lance,-or, genius most acute, Which lines immortal writ; And gorgon shield,-or, power to fright Man's folly, dreadful shone, And many a blockhead (easy change!)
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he still retains his wits: Another marries, and his dear proves keen; He writes as an hypnotic for the spleen: Some write, confin'd by physic; some, by debt; Some, for 'tis Sunday; some, because 'tis wet; Through private pique some do the public right, And love their king and country out of spite: Another writes because his father writ, And proves himself a bastard by his wit.
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O how I laugh, when I a blockhead see, Thanking a villain for his probity; Who stretches out a most respectful ear, With snares for woodcocks in his holy leer: It tickles thro' my soul to hear the cock's Sincere encomium on his friend the fox, Sole patron of his liberties and rights!
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32 Xenophon says, Cyrus had horses that could overtake the goat and the wild ass; but none that could reach this creature.