T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
“Young Corydon and Phillis”
By Sir Charles Sedley (1639–1701)(1707) YOUNG Corydon and Phillis | |
| Sat in a lovely Grove; | |
| Contriving Crowns of Lilies, | |
| Repeating Tales of Love: | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 5 |
| But as they were a Playing, | |
| She ogled so the Swain; | |
| It saved her plainly saying, | |
| Let’s kiss to ease our Pain: | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 10 |
| A thousand times he kissed her, | |
| Laying her on the Green; | |
| But as he farther pressed her, | |
| Her pretty Leg was seen: | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 15 |
| So many Beauties viewing, | |
| His Ardour still increased; | |
| And greater Joys pursuing, | |
| He wandered o’er her Breast: | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 20 |
| A last Effort she trying, | |
| His passion to withstand; | |
| Cried, but ’twas faintly crying, | |
| Pray take away your Hand: | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 25 |
| Young Corydon grown bolder, | |
| The Minutes would improve; | |
| This is the Time he told her, | |
| To shew you how I love; | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 30 |
| The Nymph seemed almost dying, | |
| Dissolved in amorous Heat; | |
| She kissed, and told him sighing, | |
| My Dear, your Love is great: | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 35 |
| But Phillis did recover | |
| Much sooner than the Swain; | |
| She blushing asked her Lover, | |
| Shall we not Kiss again? | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 40 |
| Thus Love his Revels keeping, | |
| ’Till Nature at a stand; | |
| From talk they fell to Sleeping, | |
| Holding each other’s Hand; | |
| And something else, but what I dare not name. | 45 |