NASH HIS DILDO
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“I, I,” quoth I, “soe more men are beguiled
With sighes and flattering woordes and teares,
When in your deedes much falshood still apeares.”
“As how, my Tomalyn,” blushing she replied,
“because I in this dauncing should abide?[? school]
If that be it that breedes thy discontent,
we will remove the campe incontinent:
For shelter only, sweete harte, cam I hither,
and to avoyd the troublesome stormye weather;
And since the coast is cleare, I will be gonne,
for, but thy self, true louers I haue none.”
With that she sprunge full lightly to my lippes,
and about my necke she hugges, she culles, she clippes,
She wanton faynes, and falles vppon the bedd,
and often tosses to and froe her head;
She shakes her feete, and waggles with her tongue:
Oh, whoe is able to forbeare so longe?
“I come, I come, sweete Ladye, by thy leaue;”
softely my fingers up theis curtaines heaue,
And send me happye stealing by degrees,
first vnto the feete, and then vnto the knees,
And so ascend vnto her manly thigh—
a pox on lingering, when I come so nighe!
Smocke, climbe apace, that I may see my ioyes,
all earthly pleasures seeme to this but toyes,
Compard be these delightes which I behould,
which well might keepe a man from being olde.
With sighes and flattering woordes and teares,
When in your deedes much falshood still apeares.”
“As how, my Tomalyn,” blushing she replied,
“because I in this dauncing should abide?[? school]
If that be it that breedes thy discontent,
we will remove the campe incontinent:
For shelter only, sweete harte, cam I hither,
and to avoyd the troublesome stormye weather;
And since the coast is cleare, I will be gonne,
for, but thy self, true louers I haue none.”
With that she sprunge full lightly to my lippes,
and about my necke she hugges, she culles, she clippes,
She wanton faynes, and falles vppon the bedd,
and often tosses to and froe her head;
She shakes her feete, and waggles with her tongue:
Oh, whoe is able to forbeare so longe?
“I come, I come, sweete Ladye, by thy leaue;”
softely my fingers up theis curtaines heaue,
And send me happye stealing by degrees,
first vnto the feete, and then vnto the knees,
And so ascend vnto her manly thigh—
a pox on lingering, when I come so nighe!
Smocke, climbe apace, that I may see my ioyes,
all earthly pleasures seeme to this but toyes,
Compard be these delightes which I behould,
which well might keepe a man from being olde.
