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T. R. Smith, comp.  Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse.  1921–22.
“Come Phillis, Let’s Play”
(From Bristol Drollery, c. 1674)

COME Phillis, let’s play,
  What though it be day,
There’s something we have yet to do,
  Shall make thee confess
  There’s no end to our bliss,        5
But ever our pleasures renew.
Thou hast so much treasure
  Exceeding all measure,
And here I’ve been so long a stranger,
  On this Snowy white hill        10
  I shall ne’er have my fill,
But o’er it cou’d still be a ranger.
Oh, here’s such a Waste
  A smock that is lac’d.
And a Bosom much whiter is seen;        15
  Below which there lies
  Such delicate Thighs,
And that shall be nameless between.
But above all a Face,
  And a Head in a Lace        20
O’er which such a glory does shine;
  That in pleasure I swim
  On a bright Cherubim,
For my Phillis is sure as divine.
E’re all thy sweets be enjoy’d,        25
  Or I shall be cloy’d,
An age will be past, and time shall away;
  Whil’st our Play does go on
  With the rise of each Sun,
And night shall begin but the sports of the Day.        30

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