T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
“Alas How Long Shall I and My Maidenhead Lie”
Anonymous(From Windsor Drollery, c. 1672) ALAS how long shall I and my maidenhead lie: | |
| In a cold bed all the night long! | |
| I cannot abide it, yet away cannot chide it, | |
| Though I find that it does me some wrong. | |
| Can any one tell where this fine thing doth dwell, | 5 |
| That carries neither form nor fashion? | |
| It both heats and cools, ’tis a Bauble for fools, | |
| Yet catch’d at in every Nation. | |
| Say a Maid were so crost, as to see this Toy lost, | |
| Would not Hue and Cry fetch it again? | 10 |
| ’Las no; for ’tis gone ere well thought upon; | |
| And when found, ’tis lost even then. | |