| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | The Coy Lass Dress’d up in Her Best | | Anonymous |
| | (From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1707) |
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DO not rumple my Top-knot, | |
| I’ll not be kissed to Day; | |
| I’ll not be hauled and pulled about, | |
| Thus on a Holy-day: | |
| Then if your Rudeness you don’t leave, | 5 |
| No more is to be said: | |
| See this long Pin upon my Sleeve, | |
| I’ll run up to the Head; | |
| And if you rumple my head Gear, | |
| I’ll give you a good flurt on the Ear. | 10 |
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| Come upon a Worky-day, | |
| When I have my old Clothes on; | |
| I shall not be so nice nor Coy, | |
| Nor stand so much upon: | |
| Then hawl and pull, and do your best, | 15 |
| Yet I shall gentle be: | |
| Kiss hand, and Mouth, and fell my Breast, | |
| And tickle to my Knee: | |
| I won’t be put out of my rode, | |
| You shall not rumple my Commode. | 20 | | |
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