| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Love’s Follies | | Anonymous |
| | (From Merry Drollery, 1691)
NAY out upon this fooling for shame | |
| Nay pish, nay fie, in faith you are to blame; | |
| Nay come, this fooling must not be; | |
| Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me. | |
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| Nay out upon’t in faith I dare not do’t; | 5 |
| I’ll bite, I’ll scratch, I’ll squeak, I’ll cry out; | |
| Nay come, this fooling must not be; | |
| Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me. | |
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| Your Buttons scratch me, you ruffle my band, | |
| You hurt my thighs, Pray take away your hand; | 10 |
| The door stands ope that all may see, | |
| Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me. | |
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| When you and I shall meet in a place | |
| Both together face to face, | |
| I’ll not cry out, nay you shall see, | 15 |
| Nay pish, nay fie, you tickle me. | |
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| But now I see my words are but vain, | |
| For I have done, why should I complain? | |
| Nay to’t again, the way is free, | |
| Since it’s no more, pray tickle me. | 20 | | | |
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