T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Upon a Favour Offered
By William Walsh (16631708)(1692) CÆLIA, too late you would repent: | |
The off’ring all your store, | |
Is now but like a pardon sent | |
To one that’s dead before. | |
While at the first you cruel proved, | 5 |
And grant the bliss too late, | |
You hindered me of one I loved, | |
To give me one I hate. | |
I thought you innocent as fair, | |
When first my court I made; | 10 |
But when your falsehoods plain appear, | |
My love no longer stayed. | |
Your bounty of those favours shown, | |
Whose worth you first deface, | |
Is melting valued metals down, | 15 |
And giving us the brass. | |
Oh since the thing we beg’s a toy | |
That’s prized by love alone, | |
Why cannot women grant the joy | |
Before our love is gone? | 20 |