A letter of 20 January 1674 explains a story behind this poem: “My Lord Rochester fled from Court some time since for delivering (by mistake) into the King’s hands a terrible lampoon of his own making against the King, instead of another the King asked him for.”
A Satyr on Charles II° |
(reigned in England 1660–85) |
In th’ isle of Britain, long since famous grown | |
For breeding the best cunts in Christendom, | |
There reigns, and oh! long may he reign and thrive, | |
The easiest° King and best-bred man alive. | most pleasant |
Him no ambition moves° to get renown° [5] | inspires — reputation |
Like the French fool,° that wanders up and down | Louis XIV |
Starving his people, hazarding° his crown. | risking |
Peace is his aim, his gentleness is such, | |
And love he loves, for he loves fucking much. | |
Nor are his high desires above his strength: [10] | |
His scepter and his prick are of a length;° | the same length |
And she may sway° the one who plays with th’ other, | influence |
And make him little wiser than his brother. | |
Poor Prince! thy prick, like thy buffoons at Court, | |
Will govern° thee because it makes thee sport. [15] | control |
’Tis sure the sauciest prick that e’er did swive,° | fuck |
The proudest, peremptoriest° prick alive. | most dictatorial |
Though° safety, law, religion, life lay° on ’t, | even if — depended |
’Twould break through all to make its way to cunt. | |
Restless he rolls about from whore to whore, [20] | |
A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. | |
To Carwell, the most dear of all his dears, | |
The best relief of his declining years, | |
Oft he bewails° his fortune, and her fate: | complains about |
To love so well, and be beloved so late. [25] | |
For though in her he settles well his tarse,° | dick |
Yet his dull, graceless bollocks° hang an arse. | balls |
This you’d believe, had I but time to tell ye | |
The pains° it costs to poor, laborious Nelly, | effort |
Whilst she employs hands, fingers, mouth, and thighs, [30] | |
Ere° she can raise the member she enjoys. | before |
All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on, | |
From the hector° of France to the cully° of Britain. | bully — cuckold |