You Ladyes all of Merry England |
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Who have been to kisse the Dutchesse’s hand, |
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Pray did you lately observe in the Show |
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A Noble Italian call’d Signior Dildo? |
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The Signior was one of her Highness’s Train° [5] |
followers |
And helpt to Conduct° her over the Main,° |
lead — ocean |
But now she Crys out to the Duke I will go, |
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I have no more need for Seignior Dildo. |
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At the Signe of the Crosse in Saint James’s Street, |
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When next you go thither° to make your Selfes Sweet, [10] |
there |
By Buying of Powder, Gloves, Essence, or Soe° |
something like that |
You may Chance get a Sight of Signior Dildo. |
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You’l take him at first for no Person of Note |
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Because he appears in a plain Leather Coat: |
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But when you his virtuous° Abilities know [15] |
powerful |
You’ll fall down and Worship Signior Dildo. |
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My Lady Southesk, Heav’ns prosper° her for ’t, |
help |
First Cloath’d him in Satten,° then brought him to Court; |
satin |
But his Head in the Circle, he Scarcely durst° Show, |
dared to |
So modest a Youth was Signior Dildo. [20] |
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The good Lady Suffolk thinking no harm, |
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Had got this poor Stranger hid under her Arm: |
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Lady Betty by Chance came the Secret to know, |
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And from her own Mother, Stole Signior Dildo: |
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The Countesse of Falmouth, of whom People tell [25] |
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Her Footmen wear Shirts of a Guinea an Ell: |
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Might Save the Expence, if she did but know |
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How Lusty a Swinger° is Signior Dildo. |
hower powerful a mover |
By the Help of this Gallant° the Countesse of Rafe |
fashionable upper-class man |
Against the feirce Harris preserv’d her Self Safe: [30] |
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She Stifl’d him almost beneath her Pillow, |
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So Closely she imbrac’d Signior Dildo. |
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Our dainty fine Dutchesse’s have got a Trick |
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To Doat° on a Fool, for the Sake of his Prick, |
dote, fawn |
The Fopps° were undone, did their Graces° but know [35] |
dressy men — duchesses |
The Discretion and vigor of Signior Dildo. |
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That Pattern° of Virtue, her Grace of Cleaveland, |
model |
Has Swallow’d more Pricks, then the Ocean has Sand, |
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But by Rubbing and Scrubbing, so large it do’s grow, |
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It is fit for just nothing but Signior Dildo. [40] |
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The Dutchesse of Modena, tho’ she looks high, |
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With such a Gallant° is contented to Lye: |
lover |
And for fear the English her Secrets shou’d know, |
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For a Gentleman Usher took Signior Dildo. |
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The countess of the Cockpit (who knows not her Name) [45] |
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She’s famous in Story, for a Killing Dame: |
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When all her old Lovers forsake her I Trow° |
believe |
She’l then be contented with Signior Dildo. |
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Red Howard, Red Sheldon, and Temple so tall |
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Complain of his absence so long from Whitehall: [50] |
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Signior Barnard has promis’d a Journy to goe, |
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And bring back his Countryman Signior Dildo. |
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Doll Howard no longer with his Highness must Range, |
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And therefore is profer’d° this Civill Exchange: |
offered |
Her Teeth being rotten, she Smells best below, [55] |
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And needs must be fitted for Signior Dildo. |
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St Albans with Wrinkles and Smiles in his Face |
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Whose kindnesse to Strangers, becomes° his high Place, |
suits |
In his Coach and Six Horses is gone to Pergo, |
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To take the fresh Air with Signior Dildo. [60] |
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Were this Signior but known to the Citizen Fopps° |
fashionable men |
He’d keep their fine Wives from the Foremen of Shops, |
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But the Rascalls deserve their Horns° shou’d Still grow, |
signs of being cuckolded |
For Burning the Pope, and his Nephew Dildo. |
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Tom Killigrews wife, North Hollands fine Flower, [65] |
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At the Sight of this Signior, did fart, and Belch Sow’r, |
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And her Dutch Breeding farther to Show, |
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Says welcome to England, myn Heer Van Dildo. |
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He civilly came to the Cockpitt one night, |
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And profer’d his Service to fair Madam Knight, [70] |
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Quoth she, I intrigue with Captain Cazzo |
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Your Nose in myne Arse° good Seignior Dildo. |
ass |
This Signior is sound, safe, ready, and Dumb, |
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As ever was Candle, Carret,° or Thumb: |
carrot |
Then away with these nasty devices, and Show [75] |
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How you rate° the just merits of Signior Dildo. |
value |
Count Cazzo who carryes his Nose very high, |
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In Passion he Swore, his Rivall shou’d Dye, |
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Then Shutt up himself, to let the world know, |
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Flesh and Blood cou’d not bear° it from Signior Dildo. [80] |
win |
A Rabble° of Pricks, who were welcome before, |
crowd |
Now finding the Porter° deny’d ’em the Door, |
doorman |
Maliciously waited his coming below, |
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And inhumanely fell on Signior Dildo. |
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Nigh° weary’d out, the poor Stranger did fly [85] |
almost |
And along the Pallmall, they follow’d full Cry, |
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The Women concern’d from every Window, |
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Cry’d, Oh! for Heavn’s sake save Signior Dildo. |
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The good Lady Sandys, burst into a Laughter |
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To see how the Ballocks° came wobbling after, [90] |
balls |
And had not their weight retarded° the Fo |
slowed down |
Indeed ’t had gone hard with Signior Dildo. |
slowed down |