T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
To Charming Cælias Arms I Flew
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) |
TO Charming Cælia’s Arms I flew, | |
And there all Night I feasted, | |
No God such Transport ever knew, | |
Or Mortal ever tasted. | |
Lost in the sweet tumultuous Joy, | 5 |
And bless’d beyond Expressing, | |
How can your Slave, my Fair, said I, | |
Reward so great a Blessing? | |
The whole Creation’s Wealth survey, | |
O’er both the Indies wander, | 10 |
Ask what bribed Senates give away, | |
And Fighting Monarchs squander. | |
The richest Spoils of Earth and Air, | |
The rifled Ocean’s Treasure, | |
’Tis all too poor a Bribe by far, | 15 |
To purchase so much Pleasure. | |
She blushing cried, my life, my Dear, | |
Since Cælia thus you Fancy, | |
Give her, but ’tis too much, I fear, | |
A rundlet of right Nantzy. | 20 |