LOVES Fancy, OR, The Young-mans Dream.  

Being a Caveat for all Young men and Maids.  
To make Hay in Sun-shine and often in shades,  
For Maiden-heads ripe, like corn in their prime,  
Ungathered, will  shed after Harvest-time.   
To a pleasant new Tune, or the Hay-makers march.  
 stock woodcut of couple on bed  

SHe lay naked in her Bed  
and I myself lay by,  
No Weyl nor Curtain there was spread  
no Covering but I;  
Her Hair upon both shoulders streak,  
to bear on careless wise;  
And full of blushes were her cheeks  
her wishes were her eyes.   

The blood still flushing in her face,  
as on a Message came,  
To show that in some other place  
it meant some other Game.  
Her neather lip most plump and fair,  
millions of kisses crown,  
Which ripe and uncropt dangle there,  
  

Her golden hair of Cupids wire,  
had caught my heart in snare;  
Like Phaebus in her best attire  
adorned her body fair;  
Had I then been the Marygold,  
sealed up by drowsy night,  
At her bright beams I should unfold,  
my Stalk would stand upright.   

Her pretty dimple in her chin:  
where Cupid sleeping lay,  
As if it had Loves valley been,  
for to repose the Boy:  
Her lily Neck no Pearl more white,  
rich Carkenets defy,  
As if it did my Arms invite,  
  
 stock woodcuts of gentleman and lady  

THe charet between her breasts,  
Heavens Nectar did distill,  
Where Venus Doves do build their Nests  
and do each other bill.  
I took it for the Milky way  
that leads unto all bliss,  
But that the Muses well, some say,  
below it placed is.   

Her Breasts that were full swelled and high  
bread pleasant pain in me,  
For all the world I did defy  
to that Felicity;  
Her thighs and belly soft and plump,  
to me was only shown,  
T'ave seen such meat and not to eat  
would have angered any ston.   

Her knees lay up and gently bent  
and all lay hollow under,  
As if on easy terms they meant,  
if touched, to fall asunder,  
just so the Cyprian queen did stay,  
expecting in her Bower,  
Which so long time had kept the Boy  
beyond his promised hour.   

Thus in a trance long time I stood,  
cantiv'd to her desire  
Loves fever kindled in my blood,  
which from her eyes took fire:  
just so the phoenix when she dies  
wrapped in her Spicy bed,  
Her self with her own ashes lies  
by which her young ones bread.   

Then streight I was resolved to try,  
the power of my Love,  
A second thought gets victory,  
and doth my reason move;  
Thus as I stood 'twixt hope and fear,  
not knowing what to do,  
As if in Cupids Net I were,  
thus she began to wooe.   

Dull Clown, quoth she, dost thou deny  
this proffered bliss to take,  
Canst thou find out some other way,  
similitudes to make;  
Mad with delight I thundered in,  
and threw my Arms about h●r,  
But when I wak d it was but a dream,  
and so I lay without her.  
But when I waked 〈◇〉 was but a dream,  
and so I lay without her.   
FINIS.   

London, Printed for F. coals, T. Vere, and ● Wright.