The Swimming Lady:
Or, A Wanton Discovery.
Being a true Relation of a Coy Lady (betrayed by her Lover) as she was
Stripping herself stark Naked, and Swimming in a River near Oxford.
To a pleasant New Tune: Or, I'll never love thee more.
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THE 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 Riverside, which she
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did single out the rather,
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Cause she was sure, it 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 slyly 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 herself 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 Peticoat,
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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 look'd like a Cambrick-Lawn, upon
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an Alabaster 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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The 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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in every Limb was strow'd,
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As when the radiant Sun doth rise,
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and gild each neighbouring Cloud.
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Into a fluent stream she leapt,
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which look'd 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 himself 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 abroad their Spawn:
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She turn'd to swim upon her Back,
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and so display'd her Banner,
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If Jove 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 Joy,
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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 motion 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 repuld's, when he
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did often come to woe her,
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Pull'd off his Cloaths, and furiously
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did run and leap into her.
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She shreiks, she strives, and down she dives,
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he brings her up again,
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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 uncover'd lay,
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he cover'd her again.
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With watry Eyes, she pants and cries,
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I am utterly undone,
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If you'll not be, wedded to me,
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e'er the next morning Sun:
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He answer'd her, I'll never stir,
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out of thy sight till then,
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We'll both clap Hands, in Wedlock bands,
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Marry and too't agen.
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