Classic Poem

Kiss, if you can: Resistance if she make,
And will not give you Kisses, let her take.
Fie, fie, you naughty Man, are Words of Course;
She struggles, but to be subdu'd by Force.
Kiss only soft, I charge you, and beware,
With your hard Bristles not to brush the Fair.
He who has gain'd a Kiss, and gains no more,
Deserves to lose the Bliss he got before.
If once she kiss, her Meaning is exprest;
There wants but little Pushing for the rest.
Which if thou dost not gain, by Strength or Art,
The Name of Clown then suits with thy Desert;
'Tis downright Dulness, and a shameful Part.
Perhaps, she calls it Force; but, if she scape,
She will not thank you for th' omitted Rape.
The Sex is cunning to conceal their Fires;
They would be forc'd, ev'n to their own Desires.
They seem t' accuse you, with a down-cast Sight,
But in their Souls confess you did them right.
Who might be forc'd, and yet untouched depart,
Thank with their Tongues, but curse you with their Heart.