A brief read of that wonderful rascal Rochester will give a pretty good idea of what naughty words and terms were in use in the second half of the seventeenth century. Hre's a little sample (not to be read if you've just eaten),

            I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
            I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,
            I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,
            I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.
            Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,
            When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;
            Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,
            At once she bereaves me of money and cunt.
            If by chance then I wake, hot headed and drunk,
            What a coil I do make for the loss of my punk!
            I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,
            And missing my whore, I bugger my page.
            Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,
            And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.

And Rochester was upper-class; a marquis or somesuch! What did the sailors sing back then!