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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

The Coy Lass Dress’d 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