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

Love’s Follies

Anonymous
 
(From Merry Drollery, 1691)

NAY out upon this fooling for shame
Nay pish, nay fie, in faith you are to blame;
Nay come, this fooling must not be;
  Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me.
 
Nay out upon’t in faith I dare not do’t;        5
I’ll bite, I’ll scratch, I’ll squeak, I’ll cry out;
Nay come, this fooling must not be;
  Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me.
 
Your Buttons scratch me, you ruffle my band,
You hurt my thighs, Pray take away your hand;        10
The door stands ope that all may see,
  Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me.
 
When you and I shall meet in a place
Both together face to face,
I’ll not cry out, nay you shall see,        15
  Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me.
 
But now I see my words are but vain,
For I have done, why should I complain?
Nay to’t again, the way is free,
  Since it’s no more, pray tickle me.        20