T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Song: “Dear Colin, prevent my warm Blushes”
Anonymous(From The Cupid, 1736) DEAR Colin, prevent my warm Blushes, | |
| Since how can I speak without pain, | |
| My eyes have oft told you my Wishes, | |
| Oh, can’t you their meaning explain? | |
| My Passion would lose by Expression, | 5 |
| And you too might cruelly blame; | |
| Then don’t you expect a confession | |
| Of what is too tender to name! | |
| Since yours is the province of speaking, | |
| Why should you expect it from me? | 10 |
| Our wishes should be in our keeping, | |
| Till you tell us what they should be: | |
| Then quickly why don’t your discover? | |
| Did your heart feel such tortures as mine, | |
| Eyes need not tell over and over, | 15 |
| What I in my bosom confine! | |