THE School of Venus.  
When Lusty Lads and Lasses meet, and merrily do play;  
The pleasures are so strong and sweet, both Sex's Love obey.  
Tune of, Hail to the Myrtle Shade.  
 
 

HOw long shall I sigh and mourn,  
and part with my sorrowful tears,  
How long shall I live forlorn,  
possessed with troubles and fears;  
Now, now I do vow and protest,  
the torment is great that I feel;  
And I am debareed of rest,  
my sorrows I cannot reveal.   

Oh who could imagine that love  
should prove such a terrible pain,  
There's nothing my pangs can remove,  
while my love doth show me disdain;  
For passion grows stronger, and stronger  
and let me do all that I can;  
These plagues I'll endure no longer,  
but will have about with a man.   

Though Father and Mother persuade,  
their labours will prove but in vain,  
My thinks I'm too old for a Maid,  
all people they will me disdain:  
My Maidenhead I will not keep,  
whatever to me doth betid,  
I never shall quietly sleep,  
till I have a stout Lad by my side.   

How happy are those that are wed,  
and nightly do taste of that bliss,  
For want of which I am half dead,  
and hardly can meet with a kiss:  
No creature was ever more vexed,  
than I for the want of a man;  
But I'll be no longer perplexed,  
I'll have one this night if I can.   
 

There's many more younger than I  
have tasted what I do so want,  
It makes me put finger in eye,  
to think that youngmen are so scant;  
And my heart it is ready to burst  
since I can no comfort enjoy,  
Of Virgin's sure I am the worst,  
with me there is none that will toy.   

A youngman that heard her complain,  
unto her he did hastily go,  
He told her he'd ease her of pain,  
and banish her sorrow and woe:  
He catched her fast hold in his arms,  
and gave her sweet kisses good store,  
She freely could put up these harms,  
by no means she'd give o'er.   

At last he so wanton did grow,  
that nothing could serve but the bed:  
She thither did willingly go,  
and parted with her Maidenhead:  
Such kissing and clipping was there,  
the like was scarce ever before,  
The youngster could not forbear,  
while she cried for more and more.   

But when she the youngster had tamed,  
his courage began to grow cool,  
His eagerness than she much blamed,  
and told him he did like a fool:  
Had you fair and softly gone,  
you might have continued till night:  
But when you were forced to be gone,  
you robbed me of joy and Delight.   

And every minute, said she,  
to me will appear as a year,  
Till again I do dally with thee,  
who now art my joy and my dear:  
No pleasure before that I knew,  
could be half so pleasant as this:  
Quoth she, I'll thy courage renew,  
by the charms of an amorous kiss.   

About his neck she laid her arms,  
till kisses had made him half mad,  
And by the force of her charms,  
had wearied the young wanton Lad:  
Then sighing to her he did say,  
I now must be forced to give o'er;  
No longer the wanton I'll play,  
this time I can kiss thee no more.    

Printed for Josiah Blare, at the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge,