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...RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 5. THE LOCH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |