| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Fly, Fly from My Sight, Fly Far away | | Anonymous |
| | (A Dialogue Sung at a Play, by a Eunuch Boy and a Girl, 1719)
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| | She. | Fly, fly from my sight, fly far away, | |
| My scorn thou’lt only purchase by thy stay, | |
| Away, away, away, fond Fool, away. | |
| He. | Dear, dear Angel no, | |
| Here on this place I’ll rooted grow, | 5 |
| Those pretty, pretty Eyes, | |
| Have charmed me so, | |
| I cannot, cannot stir, I cannot, cannot go. | |
| She. | Thou Silly, silly creature, be advised, | |
| And do not, do not stay to be despised; | 10 |
| By all my Actions, thou may’st see, | |
| My Heart can spare no room for thee. | |
| He. | Why, why dost thou hate me, ah, confess | |
| Thou sweet disposer of my Joys? | |
| Why I can Kiss, and I can play, | 15 |
| And tell a thousand pretty tales; | |
| Can Sing, can sing the livelong day, | |
| If any other Talent fails. | |
| She. | Boast not thy Music, for I fear, | |
| Thy singing Gift has cost thee dear; | 20 |
| Each warbling Linnet on the Tree | |
| Has far a better Fate than thee: | |
| For they Life’s happy pleasures prove, | |
| As they can sing, so they can Love. | |
| He. | Why so can I, | 25 |
| She. | No, no, no poor Boy: | |
| He. | Why, why cannot I? | |
| She. | The reason is, I only guess | |
| There’s something in thy Face and Voice, | |
| That thou’rt not made like other Boys, | 30 |
| No, no poor Boy. | |
| He. | Pray do but try, do but try, &c. | |
| I know no reason, no reason why? | |
| She. | You know, you know, you know you Lie. | | | |
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