T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
“Celladon, When Spring Came on”
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) |
CELLADON, when Spring came on, | |
| Wooed Sylvia in a Grove, | |
| Both gay and young, and still he sung | |
| The sweet Delights of Love: | |
| Wedded Joys in Girls and Boys, | 5 |
| And pretty Chat of this and that, | |
| The honey kiss, and charming Bliss | |
| That crowns the Marriage Bed; | |
| He snatched her Hand, she blushed and fanned, | |
| And seemed as if afraid, | 10 |
| Forbear, she cries, your fawning Lies, | |
| I’ve vowed to die a Maid. | |
| Celladon at that began | |
| To talk of Apes in Hell, | |
| And what was worse the odious Curse, | 15 |
| Of growing old and stale, | |
| Loss of Bloom, when Wrinkles come, | |
| And offers kind, when none will mind, | |
| The rosie Joy, and sparkling Eye, | |
| Grown faded and decayed, | 20 |
| At which when known, she changed her Tone, | |
| And to the Shepherd said, | |
| Dear Swain give o’er, I’ll think once more, | |
| Before I’ll die a Maid. | |