THE
School of Venus.
When lusty Lads and Lasses meet,
and Merrily do Play;
The Pleasures are so strong and sweet,
both Sexes Love obey.
To the Tune of, Hail to the Mirtle Shade .
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H Ow long shall I sigh and mourn,
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and part with my sorrowfull tears,
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How long shall I live forlorn;
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possessed with troubles and fears,
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Now, now I do vow and protest,
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the Torment is great that I feel;
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And I am debarr'd of rest,
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my sorrows I cannnot reveal.
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Oh who could imagine that love,
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should prove [s]uch a terrible pain,
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There's nothing my pangs can remove:
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while my love he doth show me disdain,
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For passion grows stronger, and stronger,
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and let me do all that I can;
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Th[e]se plagues I'le endure no longer,
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but will have a bout with a man.
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Though Father and Mother perswade,
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their labours will prove but in vain,
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My thinks Ime too [o]ld for a Maid,
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all people they will me disdain:
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My ma[i]den head I will not keep,
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what ever to me doth de[c]ide,
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I never shall quietly sleep,
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till I have a stout lad by my side
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Oh happy are those that are wed,
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and nigh[t]l[y] do [ta]st of that bliss,
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For want of which I am half d[ea]d,
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and hardly can meet with a kiss:
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No creature was ever mo[r]e vext,
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then I [f]or the want of a man:
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But I'le be no longer per[p]lext,
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I'le have one this night if I can.
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There's many more younger then I
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have tasted what I do so want,
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It makes me put finger in eye,
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to think that young-men are so scant:
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And my heart it is ready to burst
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since I can no comfort injoy
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Of Virgins I sure am the worst
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with me there is none that will toy,
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A young man that heard her complain,
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unto her did hastily go,
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He told her hee'd ease her of pain;
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and banish [h]er sorrow and woe:
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He catch'd her fast hold in his arms?
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and gave her sweet kisses good store,
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She freely could put up these harms,
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by no means shee'd give o're.
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At last he so wanton did grow,
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that nothing could serve but the bed:
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She t[h]i[t]her did willingly go,
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and parted with her maiden head
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Such kissing and cl[ip]ping was there,
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the like was s[carce] ever before,
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The youngster could no[t] forbea[r]?
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while she cry'd for more and for more,
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But when she the youngster had tam'd,
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his courage began to grow cool,
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His eagerness then she much blam'd
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and told him he did like a fool
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Had you fair and softly gone
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you might have continued till night,
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But when you were forct to be gone
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you rob'd me of Joy and delight.
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And every minute said she
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to me will appear as a year
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Till again I do dally with thee
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who now art my Joy and my dear
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No pleasure before that I knew,
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could be half so pleasant as this
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Quoth she I'le thy courage renew,
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by the charms of an amorous kiss.
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About his neck she laid her arms,
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till kisses had made him half mad,
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And by the force of her charms,
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had wearyed the young wanton lad
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Then sighing to her he did say,
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I now must be forc'd to give o're,
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No longer the wanton I'le play,
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this time I can kiss thee no more.
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