T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
I Saw the Lass Whom Dear I Lovd
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. | |