Every Young Maid's Wish

[Sweetums]

A knight delights in deeds of arms,
Perhaps a lady loves sweet music's charms.
Rich men in store of wealth delighted be,
Infants love dandling on their mother's knee.
Coy maids love something which I'll not express.
Keep the first letters of these lines and guess.

-- John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester.

[purpleshoes]

Rather racy for the 17th century, but perhaps not as naughty as this one by the same author:

Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind,
And all my joys restore;
By using paper still behind,
And sponges for before.

[Sweetums]

Well, we might as well post the whole poem in all its childish, slut-shaming glory:

By All Love's Soft, Yet Mighty Powers.

By all love's soft, yet mighty powers,
It is a thing unfit,
That men should fuck in time of flowers,
Or when the smock's beshit.

Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind,
And all my joys restore;
By using paper still behind,
And sponges for before.

My spotless flames can ne'er decay,
If after every close,
My smoking prick escape the fray,
Without a bloody nose.

If thou would have me true, be wise,
And take to cleanly sinning,
None but fresh lovers' pricks can rise,
At Phyllis in foul linen.