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I rise at eleven, I dine at two
I get drunk before seven, and the next thing I do
I send for my Whore, when, for fear of the Clap
I come in her Hand and I spew in her Lap
Then we Quarrel and scald till I fall fast asleep;
When the Bitch growing bold, to my Pocket doth creep;
She slyly then leaves me - and to Revenge my Affront
At once she bereaves me of money and cunt
I storm and I roar and I fall in a Rage
And, missing my Whore, I bugger my Page.
I get drunk before seven, and the next thing I do
I send for my Whore, when, for fear of the Clap
I come in her Hand and I spew in her Lap
Then we Quarrel and scald till I fall fast asleep;
When the Bitch growing bold, to my Pocket doth creep;
She slyly then leaves me - and to Revenge my Affront
At once she bereaves me of money and cunt
I storm and I roar and I fall in a Rage
And, missing my Whore, I bugger my Page.
— John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
