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.
Tune of, Hail to the Mirtle Shade.
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HOw long shall I sigh and mourn,
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and part with my sorrowful 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 debarrd of rest,
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my sorrows I cannot reveal.
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Oh who could imagine that love
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should prove such a terrible pain,
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Theres nothing my pangs can remove,
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while my love 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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These plagues Ile 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 Im too old for a Maid,
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all people they will me disdain:
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My Maiden-head I will not keep,
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whatever to me doth betide,
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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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How happy are those that are wed,
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and nightly do tast of that bliss,
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For want of which I am half dead,
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and hardly can meet with a kiss:
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No creature was ever more vext,
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then I for the want of a man;
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But Ile be no longer perplext,
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Ile have one this night if I can.
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THeres 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 enjoy,
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Of Virgins sure I 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 he did hastily go,
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He told her hed ease her of pain,
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and banish her sorrow and woe:
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He catchd 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 shed give ore.
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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 thither did willingly go,
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and parted with her Maiden-head:
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Such kissing and clipping was there,
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the like was scarce ever before,
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The Youngster could not forbear,
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while she cryd for more and more.
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But when she the youngster had tamd,
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his courage began to grow cool,
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His eagerness then she much blamd,
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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 continud till night:
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But when you were forcd to be gone,
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you robd 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, Ile thy courege 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 forcd to give ore;
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No longer the wanton Ile play,
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this time I can kiss thee no more.
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