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

She Lay All Naked in Her Bed

Anonymous
 
(Wit and Drollery, 1656; Merry Drollery, 1661)

SHE lay all naked in her bed,
  And I myself lay by;
No Veil but Curtains about her spread,
  No covering but I:
Her head upon her shoulders seeks        5
  To hang in careless wise,
All full of blushes was her cheeks,
  And of wishes were her eyes.
 
Her blood still fresh into her face,
  As on a message came,        10
To say that in another place
  It meant another game;
Her cherry Lip moist, plump, and fair,
  Millions of Kisses crown,
Which ripe and uncropt dangled there,        15
  And weigh the branches down.
 
Her Breasts, that swell’d so plump and high,
  Bred pleasant pain in me,
For all the world I do defie
  The like felicity;        20
Her thighs and belly, soft and fair,
  To me were only shown:
To have seen such meat, and not to have eat,
  Would have angered any stone.
 
Her knees lay upward gently bent,        25
  And all lay hollow under,
As if on easy terms they meant
  To fall unforc’d asunder;
Just so the Cyprian Queen did lie,
  Expecting in her bower;        30
When too long stay, had kept the boy
  Beyond his promis’d hour.
 
“Dull clown,” quoth she, “why dost delay
  Such proffered bliss to take?
Canst thou find out no other way        35
  Similitudes to make?”
Mad with delight I thundering
  Threw my Arms about her,
But pox upon ’t ’twas but a dream.
  And so I lay without her.        40