Classic Poem

Son of A whore God dam you can you tell
A Peerless Peer the Readyest way to Hell?
Ive out swilld Baccus sworn of my own make
Oaths wod fright furies and make Pluto quake.
Ive swived more whores more ways than Sodoms walls
Ere knew or the College of Romes Cardinalls.
Witness Heroick scars, look here nere go
Sear cloaths and ulcers from the top to toe.
Frighted at my own mischeifes I have fled
And bravely left my lifes defender dead.
Broke houses to break chastity and died
That floor with murder which my lust denyed.
Pox on it why do I speak of these poor things?
I have blasphemed my god and libelld Kings;
The readyest way to Hell come quick — Boy
nere stirr
The readyest way my Lords by Rochester.