The Ladies Delight:
OR,
Narcissus his Love-Flower.
A pleasant and delightful new Ditty,
Made by a Lover, for Ladies so Witty;
When to Venus Sports they please to resort,
To pull sweet Flowers, that yields the best sport.
To the Tune of, Narcissus come kisse us, etc.
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AS I was walking I cannot tell when,
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nor I cannot tell whither,
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I met with a crew of I cannot tell who,
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nor cannot tell what they were:
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But Virgins I think; for they cry'd
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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They sang a fine Song of I cannot tell what,
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nor whether in Verse or in Prose:
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Nor knew I their meaning although they all sate
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even as it were under my Nose:
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But ever and anon they all cry'd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside:
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There came in a Lad from I cannot tell whence,
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with I cannot tell what in his hand;
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It was a live thing that had little sence,
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but yet it could lustily stand:
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Then lowder these Ladies they cry'd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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Some shak'd it, some stroak'd it, some kist it, 'tis said,
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it looked so lovely indeed;
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All hug'd it as honey, and none were afraid,
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because of their bodily need:
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And lowder these Ladies they cry'd,
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Narcissus come kiss us, and love us beside.
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The second Part, to the same Tune
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AT length he did put in this pretty fine top
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in I cannot tell where below,
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Into one of these Ladies; but I cannot tell why,
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nor wherefore it should be so:
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But in the meantime they cry'd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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But when that these Ladies had sported all night
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and rifled Dame Natures store,
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And raised themselves in Venus delight,
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that they could hardly do more:
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Yet lowder these Ladies they cry'd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and us beside.
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This Lad being tired, began to retreat,
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and hang down his head like a flower;
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The Ladies the more did desire the feat,
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but alas 'twas out of his Power:
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Then lowder and lowder they cry'd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside,
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When full forty weeks were almost expir'd,
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a pittiful story to tell,
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These Ladies did hate what most they desir'd,
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their Bellies began for to swell:
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Then with a woful Tune they all cry'd
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Narcissus won't kisse us, nor love us beside.
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Lucina in pitty then lent them her aid,
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to ease them of their sorrow;
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But when that these Ladies were gently laid,
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they had the same mind to morrow:
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And dandling their Bantlings they cry'd,
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Narcissus shan't kisse us, and lye by our side.
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But as I was minding these pretty fine toys,
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how Venus with Cupid did play;
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What pleasure those Ladies did take in their boys,
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did lead my fancy astray;
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To hear how they lull'd them, and cry'd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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I then return'd, I cannot tell how,
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nor what was in my mind;
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Nor what else I heard, I know not I vow,
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nor saw, for Cupid is blind:
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But that these Ladies still cry'd
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside,
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But now to conclude, I cannot tell what,
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nor when, nor how nor where;
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Nor found I the Sense of their Song or their Chat,
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for Ladies are fickle as Air:
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Therefore I did laugh till they cry'd,
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Narcissus come kisse us, and love us beside.
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