by John Crowne (1640? - 1712)

The foolish maid
Language: English 
O fye, what mean I, foolish maid,
In this remote and silent shade
To meet with you alone?
My heart does with the place combine,
And both are more your friends than mine.
Oh, oh, oh! I shall be undone.

A savage beast I would not fear,
Or should I meet with villains here
I to some cave would run
But such enchanting art you show,
I cannot strive, I cannot go.
Oh, oh, oh! I shall be undone.

Ah, give your sweet temptations o'er,
I'll touch those dang'rous lips no more.
What, must we yet fool on?
Ah, now I yield, ah, now I fall,
Ah now I have no breath at all,
And now I'm quite undone.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 119