| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | The Danger Is over, the Battle Is Past | | Anonymous |
| | (A Song from Pills to Purge Melancholy)
THE DANGER is over, the Battle is past, | |
| The Nymph had her fears, but she ventured at last; | |
| She tried the Encounter, and when it was done; | |
| She smiled at her Folly, and owned she had won; | |
| By her Eyes we discover, the Bride has been pleas’d, | 5 |
| Her Blushes become her, her Passion is eased; | |
| She dissembles her joy, and affects to look down, | |
| If she sighs, ’tis for sorrow ’tis ended so soon. | |
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| Appear all you Virgins, both Aged and Young, | |
| All you, who have carried that burden too long; | 10 |
| Who have lost precious time, and you who are loosing, | |
| Betrayed by your fears between doubting and choosing; | |
| Draw nearer, and learn what will settle your mind, | |
| You’ll find your selves happy, when once you are kind; | |
| Do but wisely resolve the sweet venture to run, | 15 |
| You’d feel the loss little, and much to be won. | | | | |
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