Anyway it's Benedick's hypothetical perfect woman from Midsummer, Prospero's epilogue, and Larkin:
Morning, noon, and bloody night
Seven sodding days a week
I strive a filthy work that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak
It goes like this til I kick the bucket
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
add a skeleton here at some point
9 days ago