The Swimming Lady
Or, A Wanton Discovery,
Being a true Relation of a gay Lady (betrayed b y her Lover) as she was stripping her
self stark naked, and Swimming in a R iver near Oxford .
Tune of, I'le never l[o]ve the more.
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T He four and twentieth day of May,
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of all times in the Year;
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A Virgin Lady bright and gay,
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did privately appear,
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Close by the Rivers side which she
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did single out the rather,
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Cause she was sure she was secure,
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and had intent to bath her.
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With glittering glance, her jealous eyes
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did slily look about,
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To see if any lurking Spies
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were hid to find her out:
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And being well resolv'd that none,
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could view her nakedness,
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She puts her Robes off one by one,
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and doth her self undress.
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A purple Mantle (fring'd with Gold)
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her Ivory hands unpin,
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It would have made a coward bold,
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or tempt a Saint to sin:
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She turns away, and looks about,
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(quoth she) I hope I'm safe,
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And then a Rosie Petticoat,
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she presently put off.
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The snow white smock which she had on,
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transparently so deckt her,
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It lookt like a Cambrick Lawn, upon
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an Alablaster Picture:
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Through which your Eye might faintly spy
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her Belly and her back,
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Her Limbs were strait, and all was white
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but that which should be black.
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T He part which she's asham'd to see,
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without a bashful blush,
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Appear'd like curious Tiffany
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display'd upon a Bush:
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But that posterior extream limb,
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she cannot look upon,
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Did like a twisted Cherry seem,
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before the white was gone.
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As when a Masquing Scene is drawn,
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and new lights do appear:
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When she put off her Smock of lawn,
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just such a sight was there:
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The bright reflection of her eyes,
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on every limb was strow'd
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As when the Radient Sun doth rise,
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and guild each neighbouring Cloud.
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Into a fluent Stream she leapt,
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which lookt like liquid Glass,
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The Fishes from all quarters crept
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to see what Angel 'twas:
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She did so like a Vision look,
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or fancy in a Dream.
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'Twas thought the Sun the sky forsook,
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and dropt into the stream.
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Each Fish did wish him self a man,
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about her all were drawn,
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And at the sight of her began
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to spread about their Spawn:
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She turn'd to swim upon her back
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and so displaid her Banner,
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If love had then in Heaven been,
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he would have dropt upon her.
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Thus was the Rivers Diamond head
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with Pearl and Saphir crown'd,
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Her Legs did shove, her Arms did move
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her Body did rebound:
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She that did quaff the juice of joys,
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(fair Venus Queen of Love)
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With Mars did never in more ways
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of melting motions move.
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A Lad that long her love had been,
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and could obtain no grace,
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For all her prying, lay unseen,
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hid in a secret place:
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Who having been repuls'd when he
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did often come to wooe her.
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Pull'd off his cloaths and furiously
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did run and leap in to her.
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She shrieks, she strives, & down she dives,
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he brings her up agen,
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He got her o're upon the Shore,
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and then, and then, and then:
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As Adam did old Eve enjoy,
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you may guess what I mean,
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Because she all uncovered lay,
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he covered her agen.
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With watry eyes she pants and crys,
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I am utterly undone;
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If you'l not be wedded to me,
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e're the next Morning Sun:
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He answered I'le never stir
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out of thy sight till then,
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We'l both clap hand in wedlock bands,
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Marry and too't agen.
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