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