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

A Song: “Of all the brisk dames my Selina for me”

Anonymous
 
(From Westminster Drolleries, 1671–2)

OF all the brisk dames my Selina for me,
For I love not a woman unless she be free;
The affection that I to my Mistress do pay
Grows weary, unless she does meet me half way:
There can be no pleasure ’till humours do hit,        5
Then Jumping’s as good in affection as wit.
 
No sooner I came, but she lik’d me as soon,
No sooner I asked, but she granted my boon;
And without a preamble, a portion or Jointer,
She promised to meet me, where e’er I’d appoint her;        10
So we struck up a match, and embraced each other
Without the consent of Father or Mother.
 
Then away with a Lady that’s modest and coy,
Let her ends be the pleasure that we do enjoy,
Let her tickle her fancy with secret delight,        15
And refuse all the day, what she longs for at night:
I believe my Selina, who shows they’re all mad,
To feed on dry bones, when flesh may be had.