| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | “To Charming Cælia’s Arms I Flew” | | Anonymous |
| | (From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) |
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TO Charming Cælia’s Arms I flew, | |
| And there all Night I feasted, | |
| No God such Transport ever knew, | |
| Or Mortal ever tasted. | |
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| Lost in the sweet tumultuous Joy, | 5 |
| And bless’d beyond Expressing, | |
| How can your Slave, my Fair, said I, | |
| Reward so great a Blessing? | |
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| The whole Creation’s Wealth survey, | |
| O’er both the Indies wander, | 10 |
| Ask what bribed Senates give away, | |
| And Fighting Monarchs squander. | |
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| The richest Spoils of Earth and Air, | |
| The rifled Ocean’s Treasure, | |
| ’Tis all too poor a Bribe by far, | 15 |
| To purchase so much Pleasure. | |
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| She blushing cried, my life, my Dear, | |
| Since Cælia thus you Fancy, | |
| Give her, but ’tis too much, I fear, | |
| A rundlet of right Nantzy. | 20 | | |
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