Welcome to the world of John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester - the most bawdy poet of that most licentious age - the English Restoration. Wilmot deliberately lays bare the truth that beneath the glamour lies festering rot and does so from the perspective of a man swimming in that rot up to the hilt - no hypocrite, he. He regretted none of it, despite dying a drunken, demented, and diseased debauchee at age 33. I read to you his best poem "To a Lady: In a Letter" Read his work, if you dare. NOT FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN AGE 18.

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