Another of Addison’s favourite companions was Ambrose Phillipps, a good Whig and a middling poet, who had the honour of bringing into fashion a species of composition which has been called, after his name, Namby-Pamby.

And ſhou’d Apollo now deſcend and write, / In Vertue’s Praiſe ’twou’d never paſs for Wit. / The Bookſeller perhaps wou’d ſay, / ’Twas well: / But ’Twou’d not hit the Times, ’Twou’d never Sell: / Unlesſs a Spice of Lewdneſs cou’d appear, / The ſprightly part wou’d ſtill be wanting there. / … / ’Tis Love and Honour muſt enrich our Verſe, / The Modern Terms, our Whoring to rehearſe. / The ſprightly part attends the God of Wine, / The Drunken Stile muſt blaze in every Line.

It'll be so nice to see them again, and have a might of not bothering about anything domestic and just getting on with the serious business of getting utterly wazzocked.

And I made sure I was prophylactive. CFS. Covered full service. Even CBJ. Covered blowjob.