T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Why Is Your Faithful Slave Disdaind?
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) |
WHY is your faithful Slave disdain’d? | |
By gentle Arts my Heart you gain’d! | |
Oh, keep it by the same! | |
For ever shall my Passion last, | |
If you will make me once possest, | 5 |
Of what I dare not name. | |
Tho’ charming are your Wit and Face, | |
’Tis not alone to hear and gaze, | |
That will suffice my Flame; | |
Love’s Infancy on Hopes may live, | 10 |
But you to mine full grown must give, | |
Of what I dare not name. | |
When I behold your Lips, your Eyes, | |
Those snowy Breasts that fall and rise, | |
Fanning my raging Flame; | 15 |
That Shape so made to be embraced, | |
What would I give I might but taste, | |
Of what I dare not name! | |
In Court I never wish to rise, | |
Both Wealth and Honour I despise, | 20 |
And that vain Breath called Fame; | |
By Love, I hope no Crowns to gain, | |
’Tis something more I would obtain, | |
’Tis that I dare not name. | |