T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
As I Walked in the Woods One Evening of Late
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, c. 1719) AS I walked in the Woods one Evening of late, | |
| A Lass was deploring her hapless Estate; | |
| In a Languishing posture, poor Maid she appears, | |
| All swelled with her sighs, and blubbered with her Tears: | |
| She Cried and she sobbed, and I found it was all, | 5 |
| For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. | |
| At last she broke out, Wretched, she said, | |
| Will not Youth come succour a languishing Maid? | |
| With what he with ease and pleasure may give, | |
| Without which alas, poor I cannot live! | 10 |
| Shall I never leave Sighing, and Crying and Call, | |
| For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. | |
| At first when I saw a young Man in the place, | |
| My Colour would fade, and then flush in my Face; | |
| My Breath it grew short, and I shivered all o’er, | 15 |
| My Breast never Popp’d up and down so before: | |
| I scarce knew for what, but now I find it was all, | |
| For a little of that which Harry gave Doll. | |