Vulgar words in The True-Born Englishman - A Satire (Page 1)
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'Tis that from some French trooper they derive, Who with the Norman bastard did arrive: The trophies of the families appear; Some show the sword, the bow, and some the spear, Which their great ancestor, forsooth, did wear.
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The royal refugee our breed restores, With foreign courtiers, and with foreign whores: And carefully re-peopled us again, Throughout his lazy, long, lascivious reign, With such a blest and true-born English fry, As much illustrates our nobility.
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The loss of whom, in order to supply With true-born English nobility, Six bastard dukes survive his luscious reign, The labours of Italian Castlemain, French Portsmouth, Tabby Scott, and Cambrian; Besides the num'rous bright and virgin throng, Whose female glories shade them from my song.
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French cooks, Scotch pedlars, and Italian whores, Were all made lords or lords' progenitors.
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Beggars and bastards by this new creation Much multiplied the peerage of the nation; Who will be all, ere one short age runs o'er, As true-born lords as those we had before.
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By th' first address they made beyond the seas, They're perjur'd in the most intense degrees; And without scruple for the time to come, May swear to all the kings in Christendom: Nay, truly did our kings consider all, They'd never let the clergy swear at all, Their politic allegiance they'd refuse, For whores and priests do never want excuse.
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If e'er this nation be distress'd again, To whomsoe'er they cry, they'll cry in vain; To heav'n they cannot have the face to look, Or, if they should, it would but heav'n provoke; To hope for help from man would be too much, Mankind would always tell 'em of the Dutch: How they came here our freedoms to maintain, Were paid, and cursed, and hurried home again; How by their aid we first dissolved our fears, And then our helpers damn'd for foreigners: 'Tis not our English temper to do better, For Englishmen think ev'ry one their debtor.
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I keep the best seraglio in the nation, And hope in time to bring it into fashion; No brimstone whore need fear the lash from me, That part I'll leave to Brother Jefferey: Our gallants need not go abroad to Rome, I'll keep a whoring jubilee at home; Whoring's the darling of my inclination; An't I a magistrate for reformation?