T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Song: Oh fie! what mean I, foolish Maid
Anonymous(From The Cupid, 1736) OH fie! what mean I, foolish Maid, | |
In this remote and silent shade, | |
To meet with you alone? | |
My Heart does with the place combine, | |
And both are more your friends than mine: | 5 |
Oh! oh! oh! I shall, I shall be undone, | |
Oh! oh! oh! oh! I shall be undone. | |
A savage beast I would not fear; | |
Or, should I meet with villains here, | |
I to some cave wou’d run: | 10 |
But such enchanting art you show, | |
I cannot strive, I cannot go: | |
Oh! I shall be undone. | |
Ah! give those sweet temptations o’er, | |
I’ll touch those dang’rous lips no more, | 15 |
What must we yet fool on? | |
Ah! now I yield; ah! now I fall: | |
Ah! now I have no Breath at all: | |
And now I’m quite undone. | |
I’ll see no more your tempting face, | 20 |
Nor meet you in this dangerous place; | |
My fame’s for ever gone. | |
But fame, to speak the truth, is vain, | |
And every yielding maid does gain, | |
By being so undone. | 25 |
In such a pleasing storm of bliss, | |
To such a bank of paradise, | |
Who would not swiftly run? | |
If you but truth to me will swear, | |
We’ll meet again, nor do I care | 30 |
How oft I am undone. | |