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