Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight, <br />"I'd fain have a prick, knew I how to come by't. <br />I desire you'll be secret and give your advice: <br />Though cunt be not coy, reputation is nice." <br /> <br />"To some cellar in Sodom Your Grace must retire <br />Where porters with black-pots sit round a coal fire; <br />There open your case, and Your Grace cannot fail <br />Of a dozen of pricks for a dozen of ale." <br /> <br />"Is't so?" quoth the Duchess. "Aye, by God!" quoth the whore. <br />"Then give me the key that unlocks the back door, <br />For I'd rather be fucked by porters and carmen <br />Than thus be abused by Churchill and Jermyn."<br /><br />Lord John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-30/
