T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
The Coquet Mother and Her Daughter
By John Gay (16851732)(A Song, 1720) AT the close of the day,I. | |
When the bean-flower and hay | |
Breathed odours in every wind: | |
Love enliven’d the veins | |
Of the damsels and swains; | 5 |
Each glance and each action was kind. | |
II. Molly, wanton and free, | |
Kissed and sat on each knee, | |
Fond ecstasy swam in her eyes. | |
See, thy mother is near, | 10 |
Hark! she calls thee to hear | |
What age and experience advise. | |
III. Hast thou seen the blithe dove | |
Stretch her neck to her love, | |
All glossy with purple and gold? | 15 |
If a kiss he obtain, | |
She returns it again: | |
What follows you need not be told. | |
IV. Look ye, mother, she cried, | |
You instruct me in pride, | 20 |
And men by good-manners are won. | |
She who trifles with all | |
Is less likely to fall | |
Than she who but trifles with one. | |
V. Prithee, Molly, be wise, | 25 |
Lest by sudden surprise | |
Love should tingle in ev’ry vein: | |
Take a shepherd for life, | |
And when once you’re a wife. | |
You safely may trifle again. | 30 |
VI. Molly, smiling, replied, | |
Then I’ll soon be a bride; | |
Old Roger had gold in his chest. | |
But I thought all you wives | |
Chose a man for your lives, | 35 |
And trifled no more with the rest. | |