I call’d for a Chamber immediately;
I hugg’d her, I tugg’d her, I kist her, I smugg’d her,
And gently I laid her down on a bed,
With nodding and pinking, with sighing & winking,
She told me a tale of her Maidenhead.
While she to me this story did tell,
I could not forbear, but on her I fell;
I tasted the pleasure of sweetest delight, [p. 16.]
We took up our lodging, and lay there all night;
With soft arms she roul’d me, and oft times told me,