 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
Against Marriage
Out of meer Love and arrant Devotion
Of Marriage Ile give you this Galloping Notion,
It's the bane of all business the end of all Pleasure,
The consumption of Witt, Youth, Vertue and Treasure.
It's the Rack of our Thoughts the Nightmare of sleep,
That setts us to work before the day Peep.
It makes us make brick without stubble or straw,
And a Cunt has no sence of conscience or law.
If you needs must have Flesh, take the way that is noble
In a generous Wench theres nothing of Trouble,
You come on, you come off say do what you pleas,
The worst you can fear is but a Disease:
And diseases you know will admitt of a cure,
But the Hellfire of Marriage the Damn'd do indure.
Of Marriage Ile give you this Galloping Notion,
It's the bane of all business the end of all Pleasure,
The consumption of Witt, Youth, Vertue and Treasure.
It's the Rack of our Thoughts the Nightmare of sleep,
That setts us to work before the day Peep.
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And a Cunt has no sence of conscience or law.
If you needs must have Flesh, take the way that is noble
In a generous Wench theres nothing of Trouble,
You come on, you come off say do what you pleas,
The worst you can fear is but a Disease:
And diseases you know will admitt of a cure,
But the Hellfire of Marriage the Damn'd do indure.
| The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | |