T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
The Schoolmasters Lesson
Anonymous(A Broadside Song with music, c. 1720) |
I WILL fly into your Arms, | |
And Smother you with kisses, | |
I will rifle all your Charms, | |
And teach you Am’rous blisses, | |
For it is my Concern, | 5 |
And a means that you should learn, | |
The Pranks of other Misses. | |
Don’t be coy when I invade, | |
And kindly yield the Blessing, | |
For it is high time your Maidenhead | 10 |
Were in my Possession, | |
Don’t cry out and be a Fool, | |
For if that you come to School | |
You must peruse your Lesson. | |
Open then the Books, my dear, | 15 |
The Leaves shall be separated, | |
All things that comprehensive are, | |
Shall soon be penetrated. | |
Lessons three she had that Night, | |
Taking pleasure with delight, | 20 |
She begged for more next Morning. | |
Lovely master try again, | |
Don’t so soon forsake me, | |
For to learn I am in Pain | |
Till you a Scholar make me, | 25 |
Such pretty pretty Things you show | |
The more you teach the more I’d know, | |
For now the Fit does take me. | |
Never Master pleas’d me more, | |
To such great Perfection, | 30 |
And of all the schools I’m sure, | |
Kind is your Correction, | |
For whene’er you give the same | |
Never a Scholar can you blame, | |
’Tis done with such affection. | 35 |
Open then my Leaves so Fair, | |
And kindly to me show, Sir, | |
What knowledge is, how sweet, how rare, | |
And what I long to know, Sir, | |
Cupid tells me very Plain, | 40 |
That your learning is not vain, | |
But useful as his Bow, Sir. | |
When he was departing then, | |
She said with kind Expression, | |
When will you, pray Sir, come again, | 45 |
And teach me t’other Lesson. | |
He reply’d with great delight, | |
My dear, I’ll come but ev’ry Night, | |
And think it as a Blessing. | |
Thus each Night he do[e]s repair | 50 |
To tell her of her Duty, | |
While He’s taken in the snare | |
Shot to the Heart by Cupid, | |
When the School master is Love, | |
Then the Scholars kinder prove | 55 |
For Love is Kin to Beauty. | |