T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
“I Saw the Lass Whom Dear I Lov’d”
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) |
I SAW the Lass whom dear I loved, | |
| Long sighing and complaining, | |
| While me she shunned and disapproved, | |
| Another entertaining: | |
| Her Hand, her Lip, to him were free, | 5 |
| No Favour she refused him; | |
| Judge how unkind she was to me, | |
| While she so kindly used him! | |
| His Hand her milk-white Bubby pressed; | |
| A Bliss worth Kings’ desiring; | 10 |
| Ten thousand times he kissed her Breast, | |
| The snowy Mounts admiring; | |
| While pleased to be the Charming Fair, | |
| That to such Passion moved him; | |
| She clapped his Cheeks, and curled his Hair, | 15 |
| To shew she well approv’d him. | |
| The killing Sight my Soul Inflamed, | |
| And swelled my Heart with Passion; | |
| Which like my Love could not be tamed, | |
| Nor had Consideration: | 20 |
| I beat my Breast, and tore my Hair, | |
| On my hard Fate complaining; | |
| That plunged me into deep Despair, | |
| Because of her Disdaining. | |
| Ah, cruel Moggy! then I cried, | 25 |
| Will not my Sorrows move you? | |
| Or if my Love must be denied, | |
| Yet give me leave to love you: | |
| And then frown on, and still be coy, | |
| Your constant Swain despising; | 30 |
| For ’tis but just you should destroy, | |
| What is not worth your Prizing. | |