T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Fly, Fly from My Sight, Fly Far away
Anonymous(A Dialogue Sung at a Play, by a Eunuch Boy and a Girl, 1719) |
She. | Fly, fly from my sight, fly far away, | |
My scorn thou’lt only purchase by thy stay, | ||
Away, away, away, fond Fool, away. | ||
He. | Dear, dear Angel no, | |
Here on this place I’ll rooted grow, | 5 | |
Those pretty, pretty Eyes, | ||
Have charmed me so, | ||
I cannot, cannot stir, I cannot, cannot go. | ||
She. | Thou Silly, silly creature, be advised, | |
And do not, do not stay to be despised; | 10 | |
By all my Actions, thou may’st see, | ||
My Heart can spare no room for thee. | ||
He. | Why, why dost thou hate me, ah, confess | |
Thou sweet disposer of my Joys? | ||
Why I can Kiss, and I can play, | 15 | |
And tell a thousand pretty tales; | ||
Can Sing, can sing the livelong day, | ||
If any other Talent fails. | ||
She. | Boast not thy Music, for I fear, | |
Thy singing Gift has cost thee dear; | 20 | |
Each warbling Linnet on the Tree | ||
Has far a better Fate than thee: | ||
For they Life’s happy pleasures prove, | ||
As they can sing, so they can Love. | ||
He. | Why so can I, | 25 |
She. | No, no, no poor Boy: | |
He. | Why, why cannot I? | |
She. | The reason is, I only guess | |
There’s something in thy Face and Voice, | ||
That thou’rt not made like other Boys, | 30 | |
No, no poor Boy. | ||
He. | Pray do but try, do but try, &c. | |
I know no reason, no reason why? | ||
She. | You know, you know, you know you Lie. | |