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T. R. Smith, comp.  Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse.  1921–22.
Maiden’s Delight
(From Merry Drollery, 1661)

A YOUNG man of late, that lacked a mate,
And courting came unto her,
With Cap, and Kiss, and sweet Mistress,
But little could he do her;
Quoth she, my friend, let kissing end,        5
Wherewith you do me smother,
And run at Ring with t’other thing;
  A little o’ th’one with t’other.
Too much of ought is good for nought,
Then leave this idle kissing;        10
Your barren suit will yield no fruit
If the other thing be missing:
As much as this a man may kiss
His sister or his mother;
He that will speed must give with need        15
  A little o’ th’one with t’other.
Who bids a Guest unto a feast,
To sit by divers dishes,
They please their mind until they find
Change, please each creature wishes;        20
With beak and bill I have my fill,
With measure running over;
The Lover’s dish I now do wish,
  A little o’ th’ t’one with t’other.
To gull me thus, like Tantalus,        25
To make me pine with plenty,
With shadows store, and nothing more,
Your substance is so dainty;
A fruitless tree is like to thee,
Being but a kissing lover,        30
With leaves join fruit, or else be mute;
  A little o’ th’ t’one with t’other.
Sharp join’d with flat, no mirth to that;
A low note and a higher,
Where Mean and Base keeps time and place,        35
Such music maids desire:
All of one string doth loathing bring,
Change, is true Music’s Mother,
Then leave my face, and sound the base,
  A little o’ th’ t’one with t’other.        40
The golden mine lies just between
The high way and the lower;
He that wants wit that way to hit
Alas! hath little power;
You’ll miss the clout if that you shoot        45
Much higher, or much lower:
Shoot just between, your arrows keen,
  A little o’ th’ t’one with t’other.
No smoke desire without a fire,
No wax without a Writing:        50
If right you deal give Deeds to Seal,
And straight fall to inditing;
Thus do I take these lines I make,
As to a faithful Lover,
In order he’ll first write, then seal,        55
  A little o’ th’ t’one with t’other.
Thus while she stayed the young man played
Not high, but low defending;
Each stroke he strook so well she took,
She swore it was past mending;        60
Let swaggering boys that think by toys
Their Lovers to fetch over,
Lip-labour save for the maids must have
  A little o’ th’ t’one with t’other.

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