|Earl of Rochester|
One Writing Against his Prick.
by Anonymous 17th-century Writer.
Sometimes attributed to Rochester.
Base metal hanger by your master's thigh!|
Eternal shame to all prick's heraldry,
Hide thy despisèd head and do not dare
To peep, no not so much as take the air
But through a button-hole; but pine and die
Confined within the codpiece monastery.
The little childish boy that hardly knows
The way through which his urine flows,
Touched by my mistress her magnetic hand
His little needle presently will stand.
Did she not raise thy drooping head on high
As it lay nodding on her wanton thigh?
Did she not clap her legs about my back,
Her porthole open? Damned prick, what is 't you lack?
Henceforth stand stiff and gain your credit lost,
Or I'll ne'er draw thee, but against a post.
The New Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse. Alastair Fowler, ed.
Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1991. 776.
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