T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Be Not Afraid
Percys Folio Manuscript(Anonymous, c. 1620–50) “BE not afraid thou fairest, thou rarest | |
That ever was made! deny me not a kiss; | |
Then thou shalt see the Measure of pleasure | |
that I will have from thee. What hurts there in this? | |
Then lets embrace, and let pleasure be free, | 5 |
The world shall nere take notice how delightful [we be.] | |
“I see that spies, both peeping and creeping, | |
in each corner lies to hinder all our joys; | |
But Cupid shall see, and find them, and blind them | |
that hindrance will be to the getting of Boys. | 10 |
Then lets, etc.: | |
“Venus, Jupiter, fair nature, Dame creature, | |
Made thee for delight, but yet for none but I; | |
Then lets embrace, and rifle and trifle, | |
leave a Jewel in the place, but kept till you die. | 15 |
Then lets, etc. | |
“Nay pish! nay fie! you’ll venture to enter! | |
a trespass so high, you’ll wish were undone; | |
Should any spie, they’ll wonder, look yonder; | |
but you’ll not fly the place you have begun. | 20 |
Then lets, etc. | |
“Now you have enjoyed the Measure of pleasure, | |
indeed I[’m] destroyed if you speak of it again; | |
For women do prove neglected, rejected, | |
when freedom of love is known to other men. | 25 |
Now you have enjoyed me, and all things be free, | |
In faith you’ll undo me if a telltale you be. | |
“Then here’s my heart! I’ll ever endeavor | |
that we will never part till death assigns the time. | |
Were it not you, believe me it would grieve m[e] | 30 |
to do what I do; that love should be a crime; | |
But it is a fault of so sweet a degree, | |
That sure I am persuaded, court nor country be fr[ee.]” | |