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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

“I Saw the Lass Whom Dear I Lov’d”

Anonymous
 
(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707)

I SAW the Lass whom dear I loved,
  Long sighing and complaining,
While me she shunned and disapproved,
  Another entertaining:
Her Hand, her Lip, to him were free,        5
  No Favour she refused him;
Judge how unkind she was to me,
  While she so kindly used him!
 
His Hand her milk-white Bubby pressed;
  A Bliss worth Kings’ desiring;        10
Ten thousand times he kissed her Breast,
  The snowy Mounts admiring;
While pleased to be the Charming Fair,
  That to such Passion moved him;
She clapped his Cheeks, and curled his Hair,        15
  To shew she well approv’d him.
 
The killing Sight my Soul Inflamed,
  And swelled my Heart with Passion;
Which like my Love could not be tamed,
  Nor had Consideration:        20
I beat my Breast, and tore my Hair,
  On my hard Fate complaining;
That plunged me into deep Despair,
  Because of her Disdaining.
 
Ah, cruel Moggy! then I cried,        25
  Will not my Sorrows move you?
Or if my Love must be denied,
  Yet give me leave to love you:
And then frown on, and still be coy,
  Your constant Swain despising;        30
For ’tis but just you should destroy,
  What is not worth your Prizing.