| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Chloris Saw Me Sigh and Tremble | | Anonymous |
| | (From Vinculum Societatis, or the Tie of Good Company, 1687) |
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CHLORIS saw me sigh and tremble, | |
| And then ask’d why I did so; | |
| Love like mine can ill dissemble:— | |
| Chloris, ’tis for love of you, | |
| For those pretty tempting graces | 5 |
| Of your smiling lips and eyes, | |
| For those pressing close embraces | |
| When your snowy breasts do rise; | |
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| For those joys of which the trial | |
| Only can instruct your heart | 10 |
| What you lose by your denial, | |
| When Love draws his pleasing dart; | |
| For those kisses in perfection | |
| Which a wanton soul like mine, | |
| Form’d by Cupid’s own direction, | 15 |
| Could infuse too into thine; | |
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| For those shapes, my lovely Chloris, | |
| And a thousand charming things, | |
| For which monarchs might implore you | |
| To beget a race of kings; | 20 |
| And for which I fain would whisper, | |
| But my heart is still afraid,— | |
| Yet ’tis that young ladies wish for | |
| Every night they go to bed. | | | |
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