| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | “Alas How Long Shall I and My Maidenhead Lie” | | Anonymous |
| | (From Windsor Drollery, c. 1672)
ALAS how long shall I and my maidenhead lie: | |
| In a cold bed all the night long! | |
| I cannot abide it, yet away cannot chide it, | |
| Though I find that it does me some wrong. | |
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| Can any one tell where this fine thing doth dwell, | 5 |
| That carries neither form nor fashion? | |
| It both heats and cools, ’tis a Bauble for fools, | |
| Yet catch’d at in every Nation. | |
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| Say a Maid were so crost, as to see this Toy lost, | |
| Would not Hue and Cry fetch it again? | 10 |
| ’Las no; for ’tis gone ere well thought upon; | |
| And when found, ’tis lost even then. | | | | |
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