T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Young Strephon and Phyllis
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1720, vi. 220) |
YOUNG Strephon and Phyllis, | |
| They sat on a Hill; | |
| But the Shepherd was wanton, | |
| And would not sit still: | |
| His Head on her Bosom, | 5 |
| And Arms round her Waist; | |
| He Hugged her, and kissed her, | |
| And clasped her so fast: | |
| ’Till playing and jumbling, | |
| At last they fell tumbling; | 10 |
| And down they got ’em, | |
| But oh! they fell soft on the Grass at the Bottom. | |
| As the Shepherdess tumbled, | |
| The rude Wind got in, | |
| And blew up her Clothes, | 15 |
| And her Smock to her Chin: | |
| The Shepherd he saw | |
| The bright Venus, he swore, | |
| For he knew her own Dove, | |
| By the Feathers she wore: | 20 |
| ’Till furious Love sallying, | |
| At last he fell dallying, | |
| And down, down he got him, | |
| But oh! oh! how sweet, and how soft at the Bottom. | |
| The Shepherdess blushing, | 25 |
| To think what she’d done; | |
| Away from the Shepherd, | |
| She fain would have run; | |
| Which Strephon perceiving, | |
| The wand’rer did seize; | 30 |
| And cried do be angry, | |
| Fair Nymph if you please: | |
| ’Tis too late to be cruel, | |
| Thy Frowns my dear Jewel, | |
| Now no more Stings have got ’em, | 35 |
| For oh! Thou’rt all kind, and all soft at the Bottom. | |