T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
The Coy Lass Dressd up in Her Best
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) |
DO not rumple my Top-knot, | |
I’ll not be kissed to Day; | |
I’ll not be hauled and pulled about, | |
Thus on a Holy-day: | |
Then if your Rudeness you don’t leave, | 5 |
No more is to be said: | |
See this long Pin upon my Sleeve, | |
I’ll run up to the Head; | |
And if you rumple my head Gear, | |
I’ll give you a good flurt on the Ear. | 10 |
Come upon a Worky-day, | |
When I have my old Clothes on; | |
I shall not be so nice nor Coy, | |
Nor stand so much upon: | |
Then hawl and pull, and do your best, | 15 |
Yet I shall gentle be: | |
Kiss hand, and Mouth, and fell my Breast, | |
And tickle to my Knee: | |
I won’t be put out of my rode, | |
You shall not rumple my Commode. | 20 |