T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Come, Jug, My Honey, Lets to Bed
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) |
John. | Come, Jug, my Honey, let’s to bed, | |
It is no Sin, since we are wed; | ||
For when I am near thee by desire, | ||
I burn like any Coal of Fire. | ||
Jug. | To quench thy Flames I’ll soon agree, | 5 |
Thou art the Sun, and I the Sea; | ||
All Night within my Arms shalt be, | ||
And rise each Morn as fresh as he. | ||
CHO. | Come on then, and couple together, | |
Come all, the Old and the Young, | 10 | |
The Short and the Tall; | ||
The richer than Crœsus, | ||
And poorer than Job, | ||
For ’tis Wedding and Bedding, | ||
That Peoples the Globe. | 15 | |
John. | My Heart and all’s at thy command, | |
And tho’ I’ve never a Foot of Land, | ||
Yet six fat Ewes, and one milch Cow, | ||
I think, my Jug, is Wealth enow. | ||
Jug. | A Wheel, six Platters and a Spoon, | 20 |
A Jacket edg’d with blue Galloon; | ||
My Coat, my Smock is thine, and shall | ||
And something under best of all. | ||
CHO. | Come on then, &c. | |