| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Song: “Oh fie! what mean I, foolish Maid” | | Anonymous |
| | (From The Cupid, 1736)
OH fie! what mean I, foolish Maid, | |
| In this remote and silent shade, | |
| To meet with you alone? | |
| My Heart does with the place combine, | |
| And both are more your friends than mine: | 5 |
| Oh! oh! oh! I shall, I shall be undone, | |
| Oh! oh! oh! oh! I shall be undone. | |
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| A savage beast I would not fear; | |
| Or, should I meet with villains here, | |
| I to some cave wou’d run: | 10 |
| But such enchanting art you show, | |
| I cannot strive, I cannot go: | |
| Oh! I shall be undone. | |
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| Ah! give those sweet temptations o’er, | |
| I’ll touch those dang’rous lips no more, | 15 |
| What must we yet fool on? | |
| Ah! now I yield; ah! now I fall: | |
| Ah! now I have no Breath at all: | |
| And now I’m quite undone. | |
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| I’ll see no more your tempting face, | 20 |
| Nor meet you in this dangerous place; | |
| My fame’s for ever gone. | |
| But fame, to speak the truth, is vain, | |
| And every yielding maid does gain, | |
| By being so undone. | 25 |
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| In such a pleasing storm of bliss, | |
| To such a bank of paradise, | |
| Who would not swiftly run? | |
| If you but truth to me will swear, | |
| We’ll meet again, nor do I care | 30 |
| How oft I am undone. | | | | |
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