Rochester. Son of a whore, God damn you! can you tell A peerless peer the readiest way to Hell? I've outswilled Bacchus, sworn of my own make Oaths would fright Furies, and make Pluto quake; I've swived more whores more ways than Sodom's walls E'er knew, or the College of Rome's Cardinals. Witness heroic scars -- Look here, ne'er go! -- Cerecloths and ulcers from the top to toe! Frighted at my own mischiefs, I have fled And bravely left my life's defender dead; Broke houses to break chastity, and dyed That floor with murder which my lust denied. Pox on 't, why do I speak of these poor things? I have blasphemed my God, and libeled Kings! The readiest way to Hell -- Come, quick! Boy. Ne'er stir: The readiest way, my Lord's by Rochester. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY (FROM A WESTERNER'S POINT OF VIEW) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LOVE AT SEA by THEOPHILE GAUTIER AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY |